He Took The Hat From My Mouth.

The Earth Has A Mouth?” Buckley Asked. A Big Round Mouth But With No Lips,” My Father Said. Jack,” My Mother Said, Laughing, “stop It. Do You Know I Caught Him Outside Growling At The Snapdragons?

Inside The Snow Globe On My Father's Desk, There Was A Penguin Wearing A Red-and-white-striped Scarf. When I Was Little My Father Would Pull Me Into His Lap And Reach For The Snow Globe. He Would Turn It Over, Letting All The Snow Collect On The Top, Then Quickly Invert It. The Two Of Us Watched The Snow Fall Gently Around The Penguin. The Penguin Was Alone In There, I Thought, And I Worried For Him. When I Told My Father This, He Said, "don't Worry, Susie; He Has A Nice Life. He's Trapped In A Perfect World.

I Like Gardening - It's A Place Where I Find Myself When I Need To Lose Myself.

In My 20s, I Railed Against Anything 'spiritual', I Thought It Was All Crap.

She Liked To Imagine That When She Passed The World Looked After Her, But She Also Knew How Anonymous She Was.