Tricia Springstubb
Sister James Bernard, my first grade teacher, taught me how to read. Our class had 60 children (yes) and we went up and down the long rows, taking turns reading aloud. There was absolutely no reading ahead, which was torture. I was always dying to know What happened next? (though with Dick and Jane, the answer was usually, Not much.) As I grew up, I began to wonder not only what happened, but why, and much much later,inhabiting other people's stories wasn't enough. I began to make my own.
“Being a thinker was a various thing. Sometimes you felt like a turtle, with a nice, private built-in place to shelter. Other times it was like having a bucket stuck on your head, making the world clang and echo and never stop.”
Tricia Springstubb
“The daisies and buttercups nodded in the breeze, like skinny-necked old ladies listening to dance music.What if necessary evil had an opposite? This is what it would be. This unnecessary good.For the first time in days, Mo smiled.”
Tricia Springstubb