“It was easy to understand why women feared men with their physical strength and lust and social powers, but women, with their canny intuitions, were so much deeper: they could predict what was to come long before it came, dream it overnight, and read your mind.”

#SundaySentence

“My daughter grows from a wild strawberry to a beating drum, centuries contained in a single body.”

“Inheritance” by Kate Baer in her beautiful poetry collection, “How About Now”.

#SundaySentence

“I may have been swallowed, but I have no intention of being eaten.”

A rallying cry for #SundaySentence. “The Wolf, The Duck, & The Mouse” by Mac Barnett & John Klassen

“And if it’s around October twentieth and everything smoky-smelling and the sky orange and ash gray at twilight, it seems Halloween will never come in a fall of broomsticks and a soft flap of bedsheets around corners.”

A #SundaySentence by Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

“If there were ‘new women’, really, in 1907, then you could hardly find a better example than Mary Mallon, a single, childless, domestic laborer pinned to the floor of a careening Health Department ambulance.”

Another #SundaySentence from Anthony Bourdain’s “Typhoid Mary”

“George Soper looks from his photographs not to be a nice guy. He looks like someone who was bullied in high school, a nerd, a geek, an apple-polishing dirt-wonk with an unseemly interest in filth and how to make it go away.”

#SundaySentence by Anthony Bourdain, “Typhoid Mary”

“Peppered with the scrapes and bruises, dents and half-healed wounds of what has clearly been a hard fighting life, the oak has the face of an aging football hooligan.”

- A #SundaySentence by Callum Robinson, “Ingrained: The Making of a Craftsman”

“There’s a comfortable feeling of delivering myself into the care of these great, somnolent trains, through the clear glass of which people are staring, as drained, as quiet as invalids.”

“A Sport and a Pastime” by James Salter #SundaySentence

“Besides, being lost is never a matter of not knowing where you are; it’s a matter of not knowing where you aren’t—and I don’t care at all where I’m not.”

“The Phantom Tollbooth,” Norton Juster #SundaySentence

No #SundaySentence this week. Just an appreciation for local book stores and local writers. @snugbooksbmore.bsky.social @eedickinson.bsky.social

My husband & I were just talking about the cost of pool memberships. We both belonged to small, local pools as kids, but it feels a little impossible (and maybe not worth it??) for our kids.

My favorite part was the writing by @codyboteler.bsky.social. I could feel the water & smell the sunscreen.

“A fimbriated floral treasure
And a sublimely stalwart soul,
You together shape a garden,
An Eden rendered whole.”

Another #SundaySentence from “The Orchid and The Dandelion” by W. Thomas Boyce, MD

“It was a moment of epiphany that every investigator longs and hopes for—a sudden, vision-changing insight that reconciled an impossibility, like a harmonic musical cadence resolving a troubled, dissonant chord.”

A #SundaySentence by W. Thomas Boyce, M.D., “The Orchid and the Dandelion”

My husband and I love to watch The Gilded Age and immediately read Vulture’s recap of the episode. Alice Burton never misses in her commentary. The show is fine, but for us, the recaps make it a can’t miss event.

www.vulture.com/article/the-...

This #SundaySentence has too many characters for a single post. W. Thomas Boyce, M.D. hits hard with each of his five semicolons.

Book: “The Orchid and the Dandelion: Why Sensitive Children Face Challenges and How All Can Thrive”

“Simply, it was easy to stay clean and fresh, and wildly ourselves—a pod of happy baby whales, flipping our lusty flukes and diving deep for gold.”

A #SundaySentence by Maurice Sendak in his introduction of “The Phantom Tollbooth” by Norton Juster