“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, the hemispheres of reason and imagination. She discovered as a child that a closed book is a darkness anyone can enter, not a cary darkness like a basement or a storm, but a comforting one that… — Jenny Hubbard Copy Share
“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
