I Have Learned How To Love. And

There," She Said. She Rocked Him Back And Forth. "there, You Foolish, Beautiful Boy Who Wants To Change The World. There, There. And Who Could Keep From Loving You? Who Could Keep From Loving A Boy So Brave And True?

Reading Might Not Be The Way That The Child Engages With The World, But It Should Be Something That They All Learn How To Do, And That They Get To Have For Themselves, As Opposed To Somebody Telling Them What To Do And How To Do It.

There Are Those Hearts, Reader, That Never Mend Again Once They Are Broken. Or If They Do Mend, They Heal Themselves In A Crooked And Lopsided Way, As If Sewn Together By A Careless Craftsman. Such Was The Fate Of Chiaroscuro. His Heart Was Broken. Picking Up The Spoon And Placing It On His Head, Speaking Of Revenge, These Things Helped Him To Put His Heart Together Again. But It Was, Alas, Put Together Wrong.

We Appreciate The Complicated And Wonderful Gifts You Give Us In Each Other. And We Appreciate The Task You Put Down Before Us, Of Loving Each Other The Best We Can, Even As You Love Us.

Mercy Watson Is A Pig. She Lives With Mr. And Mrs. Watson, Who Are Not Pigs. I Had That Basic Premise, But I Couldn't Make It Work. I Would Come Back To It, Try It, See That I Was Failing, And Put It Aside.