I wish I could fix all of the heartaches I see. All of the confusion, the conflict, the worry. The hurt. I wish I had the perfect advice for every occasion, the right words or gesture to put them at ease. I wish I had the power to heal all wounds, to sew up the invisible gashes and bullet holes that we put in each other with our words and actions. I wish I could erase the injuries we inflict on ourselves with our thoughts.
If only good will were enough to fix all the world’s heartaches.
With scissors and paper, artist Béatrice Coron creates intricate worlds, cities and countries, heavens and hells. Striding onstage in a glorious cape cut from Tyvek, she describes her creative process and the way her stories develop from snips and slices.
Watching my grandfather’s interviews about his missions during World War II make me wish I knew him and my grandmother more. I want to interview them the next time I see them, and record it so I have their voices and mine combined forever. I would also like to try playing chess with my grandfather.
I wish I had thought to learn about my Gramps before he died, but ten year-olds wish for their loved ones’ immortality, and never realize that time will run out unexpectedly soon. I know so little about my dad’s parents. But knowing that I have Grandpa Ernie’s hands is something, and my roommate said I have Grandpa Fred’s nose when she saw what I was watching. Having the same physical traits of people I admire makes me hopeful that I am like them in personality, too.
I miss my grandparents. I want to know their life story, but how does one even begin to learn?
“Fat” is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her.I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain…I’d rather prefer if girls were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.”—Jk. Rowling (via thatbeckygirl)
It’s Monday morning, I don’t know about you, but sometimes it is hard to get going. Today, try finding a way to celebrate you, another person close to you, or hey, a few people close to you! Or even a stranger. For yourself, treat yourself to something special. Being lazy for an hour, lying under…