The best candy shop a child can be left alone in, is the library
I am overwhelmed by the grace and persistence of my people.
Few, if any, survive their teens. Most surrender to the vague but murderous pressure of adult conformity.
I wish that we could look into each other's faces, in each other's eyes, and see our own selves. I hope that the children have not been so scarred by their upbringing that they only think fear when they see someone else who looks separate from them.
If funkytown was a trailerpark, this guy would be a double-wide.
The children to whom we read simple stories may or may not show gratitude, but each boon we give strengthens the pillars of the world.