You believe this is a game, and you may be right. But if you think you can play it better than me, think again.
Ellen HopkinsA breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child's kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. "Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us." We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find...... a perfect paper airplane.
Ellen HopkinsI donโt think God has a gender. I donโt think God hates gays or Democrats, and I donโt think you have to be Born Again to find your way to Heaven. I believe God expects us to care for one another, even those who are different. God wants us to be good stewards of this planet, and that means not wasting or violating its resources. Most of all, it means not blowing it up. Especially not in Godโs name.
Ellen HopkinsIf I come back to you now, can we be what we were before lifeโs uncertain rhythms tore us so far apart? If I return today, will your arms gather me in, or will I be wrenched away, snatched by riptide I have no power to resist? If I find my way to you, one man standing in a crowd, will I even know who you are?
Ellen Hopkins