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I Think, She Began Quietly, I Think We Want... Not Just Bread For Our Bellies. We Want More Than Only Bread. We Want Food For Our Hearts, Our Souls. We Want- How To Say It? We Want, You Know- Puccini Music.... We Want For Our Beautiful Children Some Beauty. She Leaned Over And Kissed The Curl On Her Finger. We Want Roses.

That Was The Rule That You Never Mixed Up Troubles At Home With Life At School. When Parents Were Poor Or Ignorant Or Mean, Or Even Just Didn't Believe In Having A Tv Set, It Was Up To Their Kids To Protect Them.

What I Have Come To Believe Is That Joy Is The Twin Sister Of Gratitude. I Am Most Joyful When I Am Most Grateful.

Reading Asks That You Bring Your Whole Life Experience And Your Ability To Decode The Written Word And Your Creative Imagination To The Page And Be A Co-author With The Writer, Because The Story Is Just Squiggles On The Page Unless You Have A Reader.

Teachers Have Almost Stopped Reading Aloud To Their Classes Because Of The Pressure Of Testing And Tight Curricula, But It Is The Books We Read Together And Talk About Together That Bring Us Closer Together.