A long time ago, Anne used to talk about energy - how that was all that love was - ions connecting across synapses of time and air. Don't rationalize, she'd say. None of it will ever make sense. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes, not wanting to cry. Anne was right. None of it made any sense.
Jacqueline WoodsonTime comes to us softly, slowly. It sits beside us for a while. Then, long before we are ready, it moves on.
Jacqueline WoodsonMama says it's okay to be on the quiet sideโif quiet means you're listening, watching, taking it all in.
Jacqueline WoodsonI pay a lot of attention to whitespace. I pay a lot of attention to the rhythm of words together.
Jacqueline Woodson