We wanted a family so bad, all of us. And we just grabbed each another and made us one. Simple as that.
~ Cynthia Rylant
One morning she happened upon a bit of cloth decorated with pictures of little red squirrels carrying small, brown,nutsacks,and she nearly fainted away.
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arms like dancers. They know it is time to be still.
