“Anthology-- What binds together the moments/of earthly grace? What gathers up/the last white daisy in an amber field;/ a baby bird hatching from a speckled egg;/the look in a teacher's kind eyes,/a look that says, You are gifted?/Gifted as in… — Jenny Hubbard Copy Share Image
“It is hard to be true to yourself because it is hard to be yourself.” — Jenny Hubbard Copy Share Image
“What I carry in my backpack down to the river, I carry not knowing that in less than an hour Thomas Broughton will be… — Jenny Hubbard Copy Share Image
“Honor is truth. Truth has many meanings, but it first means that you have to be true to yourself. It is hard to be… — Jenny Hubbard Copy Share Image
“If I were good the way my dad is good, then I wouldn't be filling up these pages. They would be blank, the way… — Jenny Hubbard Copy Share Image
“Read to your heart's content. Though if you are a reader, the heart is never content.” — Jenny Hubbard Copy Share Image
“Reading, she tells me, is what she does best. She loves it because it uses the whole of her, the right and the left,… — Jenny Hubbard Copy Share Image
“So many options that they're almost overwhelming. Which is why it is sometimes so easy to grab the cliche, to reach out to what… — Jenny Hubbard Copy Share Image
“She touches her wrist where her watch used to be, her fingers lost without time to hold on to.” — Jenny Hubbard Copy Share Image
“Seed-- The boy I loved/had the veins of the ancient./He was eighteen, but also/a hundred and eighty,/Biblical and stubborn/as stone lodged/in the earth./ When… — Jenny Hubbard Copy Share Image
“You have to stop and freeze the moment," he told me I had told her. "You have to make yourself remember by repeating it… — Jenny Hubbard Copy Share Image
