Jellyfish

I have been making Jellyfish lately. Once I have enough and the upstairs bathroom is painted I am going to hang them from the ceiling. Giving us an underwater theme.

Olive Kitteridge

by Elizabeth Strout


She showed him the library... He looked at the books, and she wanted to say, "Stop that," as though he were reading her diary. (pg. 215)



~I sometimes feel this way too.

Seagulls

It was clear,
bright
and blue.
Seagulls caught my eye.
Bathing in the sun.

Sarah's Key

by: Tatiana De Rosnay


Her tears washed the image of his face away. She cried into her palms, alone. Her father did not touch her. In those awful, lonely minutes, the girl understood. She was no longer a happy little ten-year-old girl. She was someone much older. Nothing would ever be the same again. For her. For her family. For her brother. (pg. 57)

Franny & Zooey

by: J.D. Salinger

I am sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.
~Franny Glass


*J.D. Salinger died 1-28-10 at the age of 91 in his New Hampshire home.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100128/ap_en_ot/us_obit_salinger

The Clarence Principle

by: Fehed Said


I always thought that birds would end up in heaven. In my mind, if you were born a bird, you were blessed. They were the only ones who could touch the sky. They had wings...like angles.

The Shack

by: William P. Young


Each relationship between two persons is absolutely unique. That is why you cannot love two people the same. It simply is not possible. You love each person differently because of who they are and the uniqueness that they draw out of you. And the more you know another, the richer the colors of that relationship. (pg. 213)