A few weeks ago I discovered that my 7th grader doesn’t know the story of Charlotte’s Web!! And so I went over to the bookshelf and pulled out the hardback copy my Grandma gave me for Christmas when I was 6 years old. What a sweet story of friendship, told through wonderful writing! As I read to the boys I stopped often to reflect on word choice and imagery. Beautiful. I’m only sorry that…..well. spider. phobia.
It’s nothing new, Lily. They’ve been using the WASP to do dirty work since the program started. Testing planes that aren’t fit to fly. ‘ If a girl can do it, so can a man.’ That should be the army’s new motto.
Because I don’t feel Negro any more than I feel white. I’m just me. Ida Mae Jones, and I’m blue. Santiago blue.
The boys and I finished reading Flygirl by Sherri L. Smith today.
This day of Blasey Ford :: Kavanaugh testimony.
Hope and despair are not opposites. They are cut from the very same cloth, made from the very same material, shaped from the very same circumstances. Every life finds itself forced to choose one from the other, one day at a time, one circumstance after another.
By losing everything, we come to the realization that everything is far less than we think it is and far more than we ever dreamed it could be. In the end, everything is what cannot be taken away, what cannot be lost, what will not fail us in our hope. Everything is the nagging awareness that always there is more and that I already have it. I am reduced by misery to stop and look through the darkness to the light on the horizon that never changes. Darkness becomes the incubator of light.
How am I just now discovering Sister Joan D. Chittister!?! Toward the end of last week I picked up Scarred by Struggle, Transformed by Hope and flew through it. Her words resonate with my experience and I could not read fast enough. I made so many #notestoself. I am eager to get more of her work, and learn from her.
A Crazy, Holy Grace is a solid compilation of my favorite Buechner themes.