I've been thinking a lot about how I survived not just what I survived. And this came to me.
I can’t say no to my daughter when she asks me to buy her a new book, no matter how broke I am.
“Words fuel, feed, nurture and nourish,” I say to my daughter, reaching for my wallet to give her money.
“Books are as good as blueberries.”
“Except you can’t eat a book,” she says.
“Oh, sweetie,” I say, “you can devour a book. You can suck and chew and gnaw on the same one over and over and over again.”
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