Ama wipes her hands on her apron, looks up at our old roof with new eyes, and lifts the baby from his basket. She twirls him in the air, her skirts flying around her ankles the way the clouds swirl… — Patricia McCormick Copy Share Image
When I have run out of words to copy, I look out the window at this strange place called India. Inside the train, the… — Patricia McCormick Copy Share
If you look hard enough, chaos turns into order the way letters turn into words. — Patricia McCormick Copy Share
Then I place the blade next to the skine on my palm. A tingle arced across my scalp. The flood tipped up at me… — Patricia McCormick Copy Share
“Each year, nearly 12,000 Nepali girls are sold by their families, intentionally o r unwittingly, into a life of sexual slavery in the brothels… — Patricia McCormick Copy Share
“People who aren't asleep when Ruby comes around have to take sleeping pills. Everyone is afraid of those pills- even the substance- abuse guests.” — Patricia McCormick Copy Share
I imagine you working on me as an algebra problem, reducing me to fractions, crossing out common denominators, until there's nothing left on the… — Patricia McCormick Copy Share
This affliction--hope--is so cruel and stubborn, I believe it will kill me — Patricia McCormick Copy Share
Inside my head I carry: my baby goat, my baby brother, my ama's face, our family's future. My bundle is light. My burden is… — Patricia McCormick Copy Share
“Trying to remember, I have learned , is like trying to clutch a handful of fog. Trying to forget, like trying to hold back… — Patricia McCormick Copy Share
Trying to remember, I have learned, is like trying to clutch a handful of fog. Trying to forget, like trying to hold back the… — Patricia McCormick Copy Share
The power of storytelling is to free us from isolation, shame, and whatever the situation. — Patricia McCormick Copy Share
Arriving to class late is disruptive of the learning process. I think that it is disrespectful to both the instructor and the students. I… — Patricia McCormick Copy Share
Instead, we linger over a luxury that costs nothing: Imagining what may be. — Patricia McCormick Copy Share
