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"Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen."                                                                                                       Hebrews 11:1                                                                                             "We turned off the TV without watching the rest of the news and I fell happily, safely, confidently asleep in strong, loving arms, where no crows, no witches, no visions could touch me."

Winner of the 2002 Man Booker Prize for Fiction Yann Martel, the son of diplomats, was born in Spain in 1963. He grew up in Costa Rica, France, Mexico, Alaska, and Canada and as an adult has spent time in Iran, Turkey, and India. After studying philosophy in college, he worked at various odd jobs until he began earning his living as a writer at the age of twenty-seven. He lives in Montreal.Amazon

"He hoped Mama's new friend would leave enough money to buy a few cans of Dinty Moore stew and Spam, maybe even some eggs and bread and milk."

"She was extremely human. There she was sitting up there at the table over capon, caviar and gleaming silver, eager to hear every word on every phase of life on a saw-mill "job." I must tell the tales, sing the songs, do the dances, and repeat the raucous sayings and doings of the Negro farthest down. She is altogether in sympathy with them, because she says truthfully they are utterly sincere in living."

  Cedar Bay, Oregon meets the East Coast. Kelly makes a rare visit to the East Coast. Of course, there is a crime. This time Mike, her husband and sheriff, stay back West. This cozy involves family relationships and the little word 'will' that can make tears come down the cheeks whether for glee or sadness. The pain one mother, Marcy, experiences might resonate with some readers. Julie, the victim, seems like a young woman any of us would love knowing. As we experience the sorrow of her loss, there is food to help us get through the tragedy. These different food recipes are at the end of the book. I would like to try the Apple Crisps. However, Kelly enjoyed those Lobster Rolls. Glad you enjoyed your East Coast visit to Boston and Maine, Kelly. Come again.  dianneharman.com/mybooks

"A year after Given died, Mama planted a tree for him. One every anniversary, she said, pain cracking her voice. If I live long enough, going to be a forest here, she said, a whispering forest. Talking about the wind and pollen and beetle rot. She stopped and put the tree in the earth and started beating the soil around the roots. I heard her through her fists."

"Hay, verbena and mignonette scented the languid July day. Large strawberries, crimsoning through sprigs of mint, floated in a bowl of pale yellow cup on the verandah table: an old Georgian bowl, with complex reflections on polygonal flanks, engraved with the Raycie arms between lion's heads." http://www.rosecityreader.com/ Edith Wharton paints a beautiful picture here. I'm thinking the Raycie family are very rich.

"I always wanted to go. I would wander off in the woods all alone, following some inside urge to go places. This alarmed my mother a great deal. She used to say that she believed a woman who was an enemy of hers had sprinkled "travel dust" around the doorstep the day I was born...Some children are just bound to take after their fathers in spite of women's prayers."Kindle

"Don't ever let a lunatic touch you. You don't know what kind of diseases they are carrying. And there are certain mental illnesses that can be contagious." I hope people no longer see mentally ill patients as carriers of diseases. If this is our thought, no one will care whether these patients are cared for in hospitals or homes. I wonder how our thoughts have changed about the Mentally Ill down through the years and centuries. I wonder have we added new stereotypes.

"At the final word, he put down his pen and, waving his diary in the air for the ink to dry, smiled the smile of a man who has put his hand in his pocket for a farthing and drawn out a golden goose."

bermudaonion.net/2018wondrous-words-wednesday-     Historical Examples anagogy , an′a-goj-i, n. the mystical interpretation or hidden sense of words. http://www.dictionary.com/browse/anagogy While looking at a website, I happened to see this word. I had never seen it, or heard it. The presentation of a painting by a famous artist stirred me to find a definition. Here is a type of sentence made up by me. " Pablo Picasso's work of a mother and child is filled with anagogy.    

"Do not resent your passion. Control it, yes, but please don't kill it. Without it, you would be as limp as an overcooked noodle, your life as bland as hospital food. God created you to be zesty and alive!" www.goodreads.com/author/show/72902.T_D_Jakes

"His morning ritual, conducted in that silence and dim light, made each day seem holy.  And each day when he stepped from their home he did so feeling devout...Odd who had decided early in that season and in the face of Sargent's sermons that he'd take his heaven on earth.  And he'd found it in his and Rebekah's domesticity, in their quiet and honest life together.  He'd never felt so at peace, not even during his best moments in the skiff." http://petergeye.com/

Latin quotes are running through my mind. Words that I can neither pronounce nor translate. Still, I have a good feel for St. Oswald's church of school for boys. In "Different Class" by Joanne Harris, it is impossible to keep one's emotions locked away or hidden. First, I have to congratulate the author for taking on one issue which branched into many other subjects. It's a coming of age story. It's the one our children might have never shared with us. It's about their schools whether public or private. It's about their friends and their professors or teachers. The novel brings to the forefront the fact that after we let our child walk into a kindergarten class or even a nursery we lose a part of them. A part of their life no longer belongs to us. Perhaps, it's the beginning of learning about secrets. It's about obedience and what is not disobedience. So many issues that cause the heart to beat fa

September 1981 Dear Mousey, Fun facts About Murder: Use Coca-Cola to clean up blood spills. The combination of ascorbic acid and carbonated water actually digests the blood, leaving no trace of evidence. This seems like a frightening opening to a novel involving a boys school, a church school. I feel as though something dreary and horrible is going to happen within the pages of  "Different Class" by Joanne Harris. rosecityreader.com        

East Texas is a place where there are good times and bad times. In "Bluebird, Bluebird" by Attica Locke, there are really awful days for people like Geneva, the owner of the cafe, Joe, her husband, and Darren, a Texas Ranger, and others I haven't named like the visiting Law student, Michael. This novel involves more than one crime and I mention Geneva, first because she will experience both horrible incidents personally. Both crimes touched my heart. However, I felt more touched by the double homicide. It happens six years than the bayou murders. It involves a black man and a white woman. There springs alive a bed of hatred or more specifically racism. No dirty rice, okra or catfish can calm the nerves of the community. The special dish seems to give only energy to the body to scream and cry and wonder why. There isn't a race riot. There is just the knowledge of Darren, the Texas Ranger, and the relatives that the case needs solving quickly. Before th

" 'An eye like a blue pearl,' was what my father said. And then he died. During a winter's first snowfall, just like this." http://www.svreeland