Please," She Whispered As She

So Mo Began Filling The Silence With Words. He Lured Them Out Of The Pages As If They Had Only Been Waiting For His Voice, Words Long And Short, Words Sharp And Soft, Cooing, Purring Words. They Danced Through The Room, Painting Stained Glass Pictures, Tickling The Skin. Even When Meggie Nodded Off She Could Still Hear Them, Although Mo Had Closed The Book Long Ago. Words That Explained The World To Her, Its Dark Side And Its Light Side, Words That Built A Wall To Keep Out Bad Dreams. And Not A Single Bad Dream Came Over That Wall For The Rest Of The Night.

There Could Be Few Men Whose Love For A Woman Had Been Written On His Face With A Knife.

What Are Stories For If We Don't Learn From Them?

-you Forgot Something Important! -what? -it's Under My Sweater! -what?! -me!

I Wish I Had More Time To Visit Schools.