Sometimes I need only two things in life: stories, and my children to unveil the life truths within them. See this post in which my oldest is less than 5 and teaches me the journey actually is the destination. Or this post about how bad guys have the best stuff, but good guys win. And now this gem of a conversation from Jake, who’s ten very grown up years but still with all the life-delight of a child.
L.M. Montgomery wrote what I consider to be the happiest books of all time. When I read Anne (of Green Gables and other lovely places – 8 books in all), life tastes better. This is all the more mind-blowing to me when I read her journals and see the real person behind the books, the real person with sometimes years of more unhappiness than not (that is, if our journals tell the