Quotes About Community

As it was a small town and a bored town and a hopeful town, kids talked and rumors started.

Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we live in one another. We go on together.

She existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself she'd forgotten. She knew herself best when she was with them.

Together or apart, no matter ow far apart, we live in one anther. We go n together.

We don't often notice the people who look after us, do we? Though we'd miss them if they weren't there

After Minnesota experienced a rash of Hmong gang rapes, animal sacrifices, and one child murder, as well as a particularly shocking mass slaying of Minnesota hunters, a local talk radio host suggested that the Hmong "either assimilate or hit the road." The Baltimore Sun somberly reported his "hateful words," adding with sadness that no one had ever "dared to blurt out [such sentiments] publicly.

God's mission for the family is expanding God's family.

My personal struggle is to get beyond thinking I'm not worth caring about. I am here. I do exist. Maybe by adding my two cents I can help other moms who feel the way I do. Maybe they will find someone who cares. —

Yarn bombing is about reclaiming and personalizing sterile or cold public places," Delia answered

I felt joined to all the men and women across cultures down through the ages who'd done something useful with their hands, who'd made essential things from whatever was in front of them.

Kristy sat up very straight in the director's chair. She adjusted her visor. "As you know," she said, "today we are going to induct two new members into the club." Jessi and Mal grinned at each other, but I thought, Induct? Who's Kristy kidding? First she comes up with this fancy word, which just means to introduce them into the club officially.

Even after Mr. Kingbridge and Mrs. Amer left the stage, no one moved. The thought of going to class seemed absurd, but there really wasn't anything we could do except cry. For Amelia. For her family. And for ourselves. We (practically every member of the Baby-sitters Club) sat in the auditorium for nearly an hour. Every few minutes one of us would break down and cry. It just didn't seem possible that something so awful could have happened to someone our age, someone we knew.

ROLLING After the parade

I wondered what being the only black student in your grade would feel like. I guessed it would feel no different from being the only anything in your grade. I was the only one in our grade with seven brothers and sisters, including 10-year-old triplets. But I knew that wasn't quite the same. The kids couldn't tell that just by looking at me, but Jessica's coffee-colored skin was there for the world to see.

Ann M. Martin

Stoneybrook, Connecticut.

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Jessi shot Mallory a sidelong glance. She remembered how Mal had celebrated Kwanzaa with the Ramseys the year before. The memory made something inside her tighten with sadness.

Ann M. Martin

one hider and all the other players are seekers. When a seeker finds the hider, he doesn't just win that round of the game, he hides with him. The next person to find the hiders hides with them, too, and so on until one seeker is left. That seeker is the loser and starts out the next round of the game as the hider. The tricky thing when you're the hider is finding a big enough hiding place in which to fit a whole lot of other people.

SUMMER PLAY GROUP

Brian Williams, whom Mal knew slightly, who was playing with toy trucks in his front yard while his mother sat on the porch steps with his baby brother. Mal waved to Mrs. Williams and called hello to Brain.

Guess what most families on our street have: (a) a swimming pool (b) tennis courts (c) a cook named Agnes (d) all of the above. The answer is (d) all of the above.