Nothing will make you cry quite like watching Michael Jackson's daughter speak of her love for her father and then immediately hearing your own four year old start singing We Are the World.
07 July, 2009
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About Me
- Sarah
- Portland, OR, United States
- I moved to Portland nine months ago- no friends, no job, no real direction. I'm not sure about the direction thing, but I'm figuring it out. And that's what this blog is about- trusting the mess, embracing the chaos, and posting pretty pictures of flowers and lacey things.
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Bottomless Reading List
The Power of One- Bryce Courtenay
Sex God- Rob Bell
Unchristian- David Kinnaman
Traveling Mercies- Ann Lamott
Bird by Bird- Ann Lamott
Purpose for the Pain- Renee Yohe
The City of Dreaming Books- Walter Moers
On The Road- Jack Kerouac
The Paris Review Interviews, vol. 1
The Joy Luck Club- Amy Tan
The Secret Life of Bees- Sue Monk Kidd
My Antonia- Willa Cather
Wuthering Heights- Emily Bronte
The Scarlet Letter- Nathaniel Hawthorne
She's Come Undone- Wally Lamb
Me Talk Pretty One Day- David Sedaris
People of the Whale- Linda Hogan
Captivating- John and Staci Eldredge
What We Talk About When We Talk About Love- Ray Carver
The Blue Cotton Gown- Patricia Harman
A Light in the Attic- Shel Silverstein
The Wizard of Earthsea- Ursula Le Guin
The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate- Jaqueline Kelly
This Lullaby- Sarah Dessen
A Kingdom Called Desire
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1 comment:
It was heart-wrenching I agree. So sad. These little ones (mine is 3 1/2) are so insightful. They make us think and feel so deeply.
By the way i can relate to being a recluse at times. Especially when i have a good book or a well of new ideas. There is nothing better than writing your own stories....mine don't always have happy endings though :-( i need to change that!)
I love visiting your blog!!
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