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My lower school librarian would save me books she’d find because she knew I’d read them through and they’d improve […]

Our phones are designed to enrage and incite Their apps algorithmically urge us to fight A cure to correct this

Ideas taste best well-cooked and warmed. Half-baked, like cake they get malformed.

Our hearts provide the drum beat. The bass line is our breaths. Our mind picks out the melodies. We’ll dance

I find grace is often found exactly where despair’s around.

It’s good to keep a vigil for the things you’ve loved and lost, but if you can act to save

When I read books, it helps me breathe. When I scroll screens, it makes me seethe. I fear the way

Which one will mark your epitaph: the golden rule or golden calf?

When words must bear weight, keep them short and sincere and, like dragonfly wings, be uplifting, yet clear.

Every spider that you kill means one less chance a spider will someday go bite a child’s hand and turn