“I sat day after day in my little room, waiting for inspiration to visit me, trying to invent a pseudonym that would express, in a combination of noble and striking sounds, our dream of artistic achievement, a pen name grand enough to compensate for my own feeling of insecurity and helplessness at the idea of everything my mother expected from me.” TryingLittlesIdeasEnoughFeelingsDreamInspirationMotherNamesWaitingSoundMy OwnRoomsAchievementNobleExpectedArtisticCombinationSatInsecurityPensOur DreamsHelplessnessPseudonyms Book:Promise at Dawn Source: Promise at Dawn
“Where I lived - winter and hard earth.I sat in my cold stone roomchoosing tough words, granite, flint,to break the ice. My broken heart -I tried that, but it skimmed,flat, over the frozen lake.She came from a long, long way,but I saw her at last, walking,my daughter, my girl, across the fields,In bare feet, bringing all spring's flowersto her mother's house. I swearthe air softened and warmed as she moved,the blue sky smiling, none too soon,with the small shy mouth of a new moon.” WayHeartLongHardEarthLastsMotherGirlHouseBreakSawsAirFeetSkyFieldsBrokenColdWalkingMoonSpringMouthsDaughterToughStonesBlueMovedWinterIceSatLakesShyFlatsMy DaughterFrozenLong WayBlue SkyMy GirlNew MoonGraniteBare FeetFrozen Lake Author:Carol Ann Duffy
“I have sat with the mothers who have lost addicted sons. I have sat with families of kids who have been killed in drug-related gang violence. I have been to the prisons. I have seen the effects. At some point in time, I felt I had to do something other than write a novel about it, that I needed to try to make some sort of contribution, at least try to make some sort of difference in the real world.” WorldWritingTryingHas BeensRealKidsMotherLostFeltDifferencesNovelViolenceEffectsSonNeededDrugPrisonSatRelatedContributionReal WorldGangGang Violence Author:Don Winslow
“There was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, “Nothing, I just helped him cry.²” “Even after all this time the sun never says to the earth “You owe me” Look what happens with a love like that, It lights the whole sky..”” MenYearsLooksChildrenLittlesSaidWholeLightHappensEarthMotherNextLostBoysSunFourWifeSeeingDoorsSkyCryHe ManNeighborGentlemanSatFour YearsYardsLapElderlyLittle BoysNext Door Neighbors Author:Hafez
“Having children can smooth the relationship, too. Mother and daughter are now equals. That is hard to imagine, even harder to accept, for among other things, it means realizing that your own mother felt this way, too--unsure of herself, weak in the knees, terrified about what in the world to do with you. It means accepting that she was tired, inept, sometimes stupid; that she, too, sat in the dark at 2:00 A.M. with a child shrieking across the hall and no clue to the child's trouble.” WorldWayMeanChildrenSometimesHardMotherFeltRealizingDarkAcceptingImagineTroubleStupidDaughterWeakHarderTiredKneesSatHallsSmoothTerrifiedClueMother And DaughterHaving ChildrenUnsureWeak In The Knees Book:Living Out Loud Source: Living Out Loud