As she tries to create a perfect picture, a girl keeps drawing outside the lines but rather than give up, she simply transforms the picture into something new.
... just want to keep me here instead of letting me live with my family! You are a selfish old bag, just like your mum!' I was completely taken aback. This attack was totally uncalled for, and I was doubly insulted that Keeley had dragged ...
that the tide will come in and go out, and I will still be here at dusk when the tide turns back again. Occasionally I sit out on the veranda with my chair and table set towards the sea, watching the endless sweep of the sand and waves.
And now she is publishing her new poem book. Poems she had written when she was in high school. Poems that she wrote about herself and her family. I want her book to sale because she is multi-talented and besides I am sure she and I can ...
... just want to keep me here instead of letting me live with my family! You are a selfish old bag, just like your mum!' I was completely taken aback. This attack was totally uncalled for, and I was doubly insulted that Keeley had dragged ...
And it'll wash away cities if it floods in the wrong place. So you've got to make sure it floods in the right place. You've got to make sure it quenches your thirst, and doesn't drown you. So...I'm just afraid...I'm afraid that you're ...
Long ago there was a shaman who sat by the river every day, fishing. Across on the other side was a prince, with a large army. The prince had a beautiful daughter, and because there were so many soldiers around, he kept her carefully in ...
When Kristy reluctantly takes part in a hazing prank for her softball team, she worries that her little stepsister, Karen, will find out the truth and think badly of her.
... just shot recently with $45,000, having a crew of twenty to thirty people—people from New York and LA with various ... like, “Oh, I don't need that—I just want the tools, I just want to learn how to make my vision and make my story.” And ...
With a focus on social axes of power such as gender, sexuality, race, and class, this book tells new and personalized stories of recovery that help to deepen our understanding of the disaster.
It was a blow to me; didn't you once think twice, before you let go of me, made show of me? It was a magical place; oh, what a fabulous face, was yours! Somehow, I cannot erase, hurdling through space, out of your heavenly doors.