“They’re close. Voices loud and fierce, Slapping faces with words. A scream … A cry … They’re getting closer. Did I lock the door? It’s too late to check. They’re coming. I barely move, barely breathe. Perhaps they’ll go away.… — Barbara Brooke Copy Share Image
“Toys have taken over my family room. I watch Mary Poppins, and no matter how many spoonfuls of sugar I eat, action figures won’t march into a bin with the snap of my fingers.” — Barbara Brooke Copy Share Image
“Why do I write? Because, I am able to create wonders with a click of my keyboard. I turn my computer on, and suddenly,… — Barbara Brooke Copy Share Image
“They’re close. Voices loud and fierce, Slapping faces with words. A scream … A cry … They’re getting closer. Did I lock the door?… — Barbara Brooke Copy Share Image
“Toys have taken over my family room. I watch Mary Poppins, and no matter how many spoonfuls of sugar I eat, action figures won’t… — Barbara Brooke Copy Share Image
“I suspect that I’m not alone when it comes to altering my surroundings depending on how I feel at any particular moment: diving into… — Barbara Brooke Copy Share Image
“Always choose the adventure ... unless, it's chilly outside and there's a cup of warm coffee resting near a book and comfy sofa.” — Barbara Brooke Copy Share Image
“A dark-chocolate truffle melts in my mouth, and I forget about everything else ... even the fact that I'm on a diet.” — Barbara Brooke Copy Share Image
