A POEM ABOUT NOSES AND CHILDHOOD POSES. Featuring photography by Amber Garibay @ A Smile Like Yours Photography

Be glad your nose is on your face, not pasted on some other place, for if it were where it is not, you might dislike your nose a lot. Imagine if your precious nose were sandwiched in between your toes, that clearly would not be a treat, for you’d be forced to smell your feet. […]


“Hey,” my boyfriend looked up from his carving and into a face that was scowling. My face was puckered consternation. “Don’t be overwhelmed.” He chided gently, knowing that I am quickly there. I crossed my arms to hunker into a childish pout. This made him laugh and then tease, “Do you remember how happy you […]

“The world is a wide place where we stumble like children learning to walk. The world is a bright mosaic where we learn like children to see, where our little blurry eyes strive greedily to take in as much light and love and colour and detail as they can.” ― Jay Woodman

“To value only what can be “sold” is to defile what is truly precious. The innocent joy of childhood, the devotedness of a wife, the self sacrificing service of a daughter–none of these have an earthly market. To reduce everything to the dirty scales of economic values is to forget that some gifts, like Mary’s, are so precious that the heart that offers them will be praised as long as time endures.” (Fulton J. Sheen)