“I think of myself as Rebecca Wells from Lodi Plantation, in Central Louisiana, a girl who was lucky enough to be born into a family that encouraged creativity and didn't call me lazy or nuts when I dressed up in my mother's peignoirs and played the piano, having painted a small sign decorated in glitter that read 'The Piano Fairy Girl.” ThinkingWellsEnoughMotherGirlBornCreativityLuckyPianoFairyLazyCall MeNutsGlitterDressed UpLouisianaPlantationsRebecca Author:Rebecca Wells
“Then take me on your knee, mother; And listen, mother of mine. A hundred fairies danced last night, And the harpers they were nine.” LastsMotherNightMinesHundredNineKneesFairyTake MeLast NightHarper Author:Mary Howitt
“Children delight in folk-tale and fairy lore, but the very little child loves best the story which mirrors the familiar. And it is for him, and for the mother who is striving in this age of profusion to guard the innate simplicity of her child's nature, that I have written my little stories.” ChildrenLittlesStoriesAgeMotherLove IsWrittenMirrorsStriveSimplicityFolksDelightTalesFamiliarFairyInnateChildren Love Book:A story garden for little children Source: A story garden for little children
“I grow old, I grow old, the center will not fold. In youth I had hardening of the categories and looked for the father and the mother in every lover. Then I cracked. Then I fragmented. Then the old man in my soul found the god in herself, not in some Jungian fairy tale but in the flesh that fell from the bones and the words that came into my mouth when the look went out of their eyes.” MenLooksSoulEyeMotherFoundFatherGrowsYouthLoversMouthsBonesFleshTalesMy SoulFairyOld ManCategoriesFairy TaleFoldsCrackedFragmented Author:Jennifer Stone