“The little room was full of ordinary things that had already become precious, that I couldn't help but want to have again, to feel like whoever it was I used to be, whether it was my past or someone else's.” — Wendy McClure Copy Share Image
“The fact that Nellie wasn't any one person but rather a composite of three of the real Laura's antagonists' worst traits makes her even… — Wendy McClure Copy Share Image
“I hate the thought that I'm just some kind of Russian nesting doll with the big outside and inevitably, rattling around under all the… — Wendy McClure Copy Share Image
“It didn't feel like the last night of anything anymore, just that the world went on and would follow us home” — Wendy McClure Copy Share Image
“...subtitled it 'Everything you Always Wanted to Know About Driving Out to Remote Locations in the Upper Midwest to Find your Childhood Imaginary Friend… — Wendy McClure Copy Share Image
“For me, reading that scene never fails to bring on a brief, scalding instant of recognition in recalling exactly what it was like to… — Wendy McClure Copy Share Image
“...but Lake Pepin might be best known to most of the world as the place where, more than a hundred and thirty years ago,… — Wendy McClure Copy Share Image
“If being a girl is a frontier all its own, what is the manifest destiny?” — Wendy McClure Copy Share Image
“From everything that I'd read, End Timers were waiting for the collapse of civilization the way fans of the Twilight series awaited the trailer… — Wendy McClure Copy Share Image
“I do realize how this all sounds. I realize that in this account of my journey to the Little House on the Prairie, a… — Wendy McClure Copy Share Image
“The little room was full of ordinary things that had already become precious, that I couldn't help but want to have again, to feel… — Wendy McClure Copy Share Image
“I found the world of the Little House books to be so much less confusing, not just because it was "simpler," as plenty of… — Wendy McClure Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, Laura World wasn't a realm of log cabins or prairies, it was a way of being. Really, a way of being happy. I… — Wendy McClure Copy Share Image
“But there was no final firestorm, just a long night of negotiations where we tried to get our old selves back, to disown who… — Wendy McClure Copy Share Image
“It's the kind of story we learn over and over again about everything in the world: your life starts out as a wild open… — Wendy McClure Copy Share Image
