“She told me to keep writing. After my journal filled up, I bought another one. As I wrote and read my entries to Joan, I felt myself metamorphosing. My growth was like the tide, coming in waves, retracting out of… — 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
