“It was beautiful not despite but because of the friction it has had to endure. It had been thrashed around, but instead of being destroyed, it was improved with every scratch and scrape, sculpted. In fact, the scuffs themselves are… — Wendy Blackburn Copy Share Image
“I wanted to curl up in her lap and stay there forever. I wanted to be her. She was raising me, cultivating me, molding… — Wendy Blackburn Copy Share Image
“Joan had told me a story once about some elephants in captivity somewhere, how as babies they were put into ankle cuffs with chains… — Wendy Blackburn Copy Share Image
“In a rush, Joan and Timothy and the log cabin and the prayers and even those tough little pieces of beachglass came into my… — Wendy Blackburn Copy Share Image
“She told me to keep writing. After my journal filled up, I bought another one. As I wrote and read my entries to Joan,… — Wendy Blackburn Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I felt like I was running from somewhere, but other times I felt like I was running to somewhere. (178)” — Wendy Blackburn Copy Share Image
“Then she compared the work we did to the peeling of an onion: "It takes a long time, and we peel the layers slowly,… — Wendy Blackburn Copy Share Image
“A friend of mine said that dogs and kids were great as long as you let them run around and tire themselves out. My… — Wendy Blackburn Copy Share Image
“I spent the next two hours down there, first sitting in the sand, sifting and swirling, watching the grains fall from the webs of… — Wendy Blackburn Copy Share Image
“I was starting to understand that the more you talked about something the less it hurt, each telling deflating it a little bit more.… — Wendy Blackburn Copy Share Image
“I wanted everything to freeze, it was finally where I wanted it, and I whispered to my empty dining room, "Nobody move." Timothy was… — Wendy Blackburn Copy Share Image
“It was beautiful not despite but because of the friction it has had to endure. It had been thrashed around, but instead of being… — Wendy Blackburn Copy Share Image
“As we ate, I watched the waves crashing and thought about the erosion, the turning of rock into sand, and how long it takes… — Wendy Blackburn Copy Share Image
