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So could we please not mob the three-thousand-plus-year-old reaper like tweens at a boy-band concert?
Rachel Vincent (My Soul to Save (Soul Screamers, #2))
Heart turned to me, his face thought­ful. “Yes­ter­day morn­ing. Yes, that means that Daphne hadn’t been home for two days be­fore that.” He smiled at me. “You were sup­posed to be the Al­pha’s eye can­dy.” Adam laughed. “What?” I asked him. “You don’t think I’d be good eye can­dy?” I looked down at my over­alls and grease-​stained hands. I’d torn an­oth­er nail to the quick. “Hon­ey is eye can­dy,” said Ben apolo­get­ical­ly. “You’re . . . just you.” “Mine,” said Adam, edg­ing be­tween Heart and me. “Mine is what she is.
Patricia Briggs (Silver Borne (Mercy Thompson, #5))
High School: Oh, man. This is where boys and girls go from tweens to teens and become complicated and cruel. Girls play sick mind games; boys try to pull each other's penises off and throw them in the bushes. If you can, buy the most expensive jeans in a two-hundred-mile radius of your town and wear them on your first day. If anyone asks how you could afford them say that your father is the president of Ashton Kutcher. When they are like, 'Ashton Kutcher has a president?' answer, 'Yes.' Everyone will be in awe of you and you won't have to go through a lot of pain and cat fights.
Eugene Mirman (The Will to Whatevs: A Guide to Modern Life)
Why miss out on what God has in store for you while you’re trying to get in on his plan for somebody else? Your plans are the best—for YOU—and so is your personality. You’re so worth it
Nancy N. Rue (That Is SO Me: 365 Days of Devotions: Flip-Flops, Faith, and Friends)
Stop…stop, that’s the next generation of fans… How dare you pass judgment on those 12-year-old girls who like vampires! They need to be encouraged because in six years they’ll be 18-year-old girls who like vampires and are into all sorts of goth-permissive and whatnot. Don’t Poo-poo it. There’s a plan, and it’s working.
Kevin Smith
Oh land of farms and green hills mild Once formed by giants rough and wild With massive paws they gripped and tore With one great rip they formed the shore Where heavy boots left prints so deep Blue lakes remain 'tween summits steep The giants fought beneath our skies And from their bones our mountains rise
Shannon Hale (Palace of Stone (Princess Academy, #2))
He pursed his lips and gazed at me reproachfully for throwing our seventh-grade history in his face,times two. back then he'd brought our tween-love Armageddon on himself by letting our whole class in on a secret while he kept me in the dark. Not that i was bitter.
Jennifer Echols (The Ex Games)
There can’t possibly be anything more beautiful than Seaside Beach at sunset.
Bryn McCarren (Speaking Up for Each Other: A Collection of Short Stories for Tweens and Middle Grade Readers)
A year could pass be­tween her ask­ing a ques­tion and my an­swer.
Chuck Palahniuk (Survivor)
Checking in on what our kids are doing online isn't helicoptering, it's parenting.
Galit Breen (Kindness Wins)
First time I think about the world. What the world got to do with anything, I think. Then I see myself sitting there quilting tween Shug Avery and Mr ——. Us three set together gainst Tobias and his fly speck box of chocolate. For the first time in my life, I feel just right.
Alice Walker (The Color Purple)
Animal spirits often will appear during the hours between dusk and dawn; also known as the “tween times”. They will always give you something. It may be just a simple pause within the chaos of life to remind you that there is more to life than the details of living it, working it and paying for it. It may be a shred of insight or a flash of recognition that comes to you in a fleeting thought or maybe in a dream in the tween times of your own mind.
Kate McGahan (The Lizard from Rainbow Bridge: A True Tale of an Unexpected Angel (Jack McAfghan Pet Loss Trilogy Book 2))
Slowly the truth is loading I'm weighted down with love Snow lying deep and even Strung out and dreaming of Night falling on the city Quite something to behold Don't it just look so pretty This disappearing world We're threading hope like fire Down through the desperate blood Down through the trailing wire Into the leafless wood Night falling on the city Quite something to behold Don't it just look so pretty This disappearing world This disappearing world I'll be sticking right there with it I'll be by your side Sailing like a silver bullet Hit 'em 'tween the eyes Through the smoke and rising water Cross the great divide Baby till it all feels right Night falling on the city Sparkling red and gold Don't it just look so pretty This disappearing world"~David Gray
David Gray
sat up high, oak branch ’tween my knees, and watched the tattooed man stride about in the snow. Pictures all over his face, no skin left no more, just ink and blood. Looking for me, he was. Always looking for me. He left red drops in the white, fallen from his fish knife.
Beth Lewis (The Wolf Road)
I am Rabbit. I can be anywhere. I can be everywhere. I am outside time. I am outside dimension. Do you want me? I am yours.
Mark Andrew Poe (Ending Easter)
Every man dies. Not every man truly lives." Sir William Wallace
Amanda M. Thrasher
I am Rabbit. I can be anywhere. I can be everywhere. I am outside time. I am outside dimension.
Mark Andrew Poe (Ending Easter)
The absolute best way to raise kind kids, is to be kind parents.
Galit Breen (Kindness Wins)
She’s a lovely young woman from upstate New York, but you should be very thankful for those romance-novel-reading, tween-movie-watching women. They’ve had a big hand in making our town a success.” “And Julian’s love life, once he learned to spray himself with glitter.
Kristen Painter (The Vampire's Mail Order Bride (Nocturne Falls, #1))
You never know how much you truly appreciate sleep until it’s snatched away from you.
Khloe Beutler (Speaking Up for Each Other: A Collection of Short Stories for Tweens and Middle Grade Readers)
Middle school is kind of like Middle-earth. It’s a magical journey filled with elves, dwarves, hobbits, queens, kings, and a few corrupt wizards. Word to the wise: pick your traveling companions well. Ones with the courage and moral fiber to persevere. Ones who wield their lip gloss like magic wands when confronted with danger. This way, when you pass through the congested hallways rife with pernicious diversion, you achieve your desired destination—or at least your next class. -CeCee, Lucy and CeCee's How to Survive (and Thrive) in Middle School
Kimberly Dana (Lucy and CeCee's How to Survive (and Thrive) in Middle School)
To Hades with you, fool, for God hath tired of you.
Sam Cheever ('Tween Heaven and Hell (Bedeviled & Beyond #1))
Ah ha!' the Doc screeched suddenly, wheeling around. ''The salicylic acid! Maybe it SHOULD have been heated first!
Clare Havens (The Secret Formula (Bella Street Mysteries, #1))
He hesitated, all rational thoughts drowning in the seas of her azure eyes.
Poem Schway (Speaking Up for Each Other: A Collection of Short Stories for Tweens and Middle Grade Readers)
I feel as though I can chew up nails and spit out a barbed wire fence.
Khloe Beutler (Speaking Up for Each Other: A Collection of Short Stories for Tweens and Middle Grade Readers)
Pirates are humans. Just misunderstood humans.
Kyleigh Williamson (Speaking Up for Each Other: A Collection of Short Stories for Tweens and Middle Grade Readers)
Mom once said that with kindness, you’re able to fix almost anything.
Khloe Beutler (Speaking Up for Each Other: A Collection of Short Stories for Tweens and Middle Grade Readers)
Don't write your child's pages. Turn them with love.
Mark Andrew Poe (Halloween Nightmares)
Our ability to choose is sacred. It’s what makes humans special.
Mark Andrew Poe (Ending Easter)
There is wisdom to be found in fairytales, a deeper meaning in the magic of their worlds
Suzy Davies
God, in his wisdom, sent us his angels, to whisper our names on the wind. God, in his anger, released his devils, to pester our souls to the end.
Sam Cheever ('Tween Heaven and Hell (Bedeviled & Beyond #1))
Ursula ta-daed back before their eyes, her noodle legs looking like Hellboy’s right fist, ending in heavy-armored sneakers.
Edgar Cantero (This Body's Not Big Enough for Both of Us)
Most people think coffee is what wakes you up in the morning. I believe it’s actually brushing your teeth with hand lotion instead of toothpaste.
Khloe Beutler (Speaking Up for Each Other: A Collection of Short Stories for Tweens and Middle Grade Readers)
I don't know what's worse, being ignored or stared at.
Renata Suerth (New School & Other Stuff (The Wig #2))
No time for monsters.
Mark Andrew Poe (Run Harry, Run)
It was easy to fool the three of us (tween boys), who were naked with innocence.
Michael Ondaatje
At that time Frodo was still in his tweens, as the hobbits called the irresponsible twenties between childhood and coming of age at thirty-three.
J.R.R. Tolkien (The Fellowship of the Ring (The Lord of the Rings, #1))
...philosophy does not, like exact or empirical science, bring us to know things of which we were simply ignorant, but brings us to know in a different way things which we already knew in some way; and indeed it follows from our own hypothesis; for if the species of a philosophical genus overlap, the distinction between the known and the unknown, which in a non-philosophical subject-matter involves a difference be-tween two mutually exclusive classes of truths, in a philosophical subject-matter im- plies that we may both know and not know the same thing; a paradox which disappears in the light of the notion of a scale of forms of knowledge, where coming to know means coming to know in a different and better way.
R.G. Collingwood
It was the day of the school outing: a trip to the seaside, and it was gloriously hot. All the children of Year 6 were happy and excited – all except Timothy Jones. He was miserable, as usual.
Ellie B. Morris (Short and Tall)
My galley, charged with forgetfulness, Thorough sharp seas in winter nights doth pass 'Tween rock and rock; and eke mine enemy, alas, That is my lord, steereth with cruelness; And every oar a thought in readiness, As though that death were light in such a case. An endless wind doth tear the sail apace Of forced sighs and trusty fearfulness. A rain of tears, a cloud of dark disdain, Hath done the weared cords great hinderance; Wreathed with error and eke with ignorance. The stars be hid that led me to this pain. Drowned is reason that should me consort, And I remain despairing of the port.
Thomas Wyatt
When Earthling comes, a child of Man He’ll carry moonlight in his hand He will wish and he will grieve But most of all he will believe He must believe. Only then will you be free Oh fair enchanted Emmalie.
Ellie B. Morris (Short and Tall)
But what was good tween us must have been nothing but bodies, she say. Cause I don't know the Albert that don't dance, can't hardly laugh, never talk bout nothing, beat you and hid your sister Nettie's letters. Who he?
Alice Walker (The Color Purple)
If you press your ear to the turf that is stolen You can hear the sound of limitations exploding Please sir, may we have another portion? We're children of the beast that dodged the abortion Neck placed firm 'tween the floor and the Florsheim We'll shut your shit down, don't call it extortion Caution -- we're coming for your head So call the Feds and get files to shred Every textbook read said bring you the bread But guess what we got you instead? We got the guillotine, we got the guillotine
Boots Riley (Sorry To Bother You)
Everything I am is based on this ugly building on its lonely lawn—lit up during winter darkness; open in the slashing rain—which allowed a girl so poor she didn’t even own a purse to come in twice a day and experience actual magic: traveling through time, making contact with the dead—Dorothy Parker, Stella Gibbons, Charlotte Brontë, Spike Milligan. A library in the middle of a community is a cross be-tween an emergency exit, a life raft and a festival. They are cathedrals of the mind; hospitals of the soul; theme parks of the imagination. On a cold, rainy island, they are the only sheltered public spaces where you are not a consumer, but a citizen, instead. A human with a brain and a heart and a desire to be uplifted, rather than a customer with a credit card and an inchoate “need” for “stuff.” A mall—the shops—are places where your money makes the wealthy wealthier. But a library is where the wealthy’s taxes pay for you to become a little more extraordinary, instead. A satisfying reversal. A balancing of the power.
Caitlin Moran (Moranthology)
Valenti argues this myth is as present in religious sexual shaming as it is in secular sexual exploitation: Abstinence-only education during the day and Girls Gone Wild commercials at night! Whether its delivered through a virginity pledge or by a barely dressed tween pop singer writhing across the television screen, the message is the same: A woman’s worth lies in her ability—or her refusal—to be sexual. And we’re teaching American girls that, one way or another, their bodies and their sexuality are what make them valuable.1
Linda Kay Klein (Pure: Inside the Evangelical Movement That Shamed a Generation of Young Women and How I Broke Free)
Us f’gotten slaves was bein’ drained by hunger’n’pain an’ the mozzies from the slopin’ pond now an’ we was envyin’ that Hawi boy diresome, till at a nod from Lyons they ripped down Elfy’s pants an’ held him an’ busted that boy’s ring, oilin’ his hole up with lardbird fat b’tween turns.
David Mitchell (Cloud Atlas)
It’s a lonely business, and then sometimes strangely claustrophobic, but this is it. This is what I wanted and what Liz was pulled away from, against her every fiber. This abstract performance art called Family Life is our one run at the ultimate improv. Our chance to be great for someone, to give another person enough of what they need to be happy. Ours to overlook or lose track of or bemoan, ours to recommit to, to apologize for, to try again for. Ours to watch disappear into their next self—toddler to tyke, tween to teen—ours to drop off somewhere and miss forever. It’s happening right now, whether we attend to it or not.
Kelly Corrigan (Tell Me More: Stories About the 12 Hardest Things I'm Learning to Say)
The top of the Friendship Pyramid, Close Friends, is small and may only include one or two friends. That’s because close friends are harder to find, and these friendships usually take longer to develop. Don’t worry if you haven’t found any close friends yet; many girls may not have any until middle school or even later.
Jessica Speer (BFF or NRF (Not Really Friends): A Girl's Guide to Happy Friendships)
Ay, every inch a king: When I do stare, see how the subject quakes. I pardon that man's life. What was thy cause? Adultery? Thou shalt not die: die for adultery! No: The wren goes to 't, and the small gilded fly Does lecher in my sight. Let copulation thrive; for Gloucester's bastard son Was kinder to his father than my daughters Got 'tween the lawful sheets. To 't, luxury, pell-mell! for I lack soldiers. Behold yond simpering dame, Whose face between her forks presages snow; That minces virtue, and does shake the head To hear of pleasure's name; The fitchew, nor the soiled horse, goes to 't With a more riotous appetite. Down from the waist they are Centaurs, Though women all above: But to the girdle do the gods inherit, Beneath is all the fiends'; There's hell, there's darkness, there's the sulphurous pit, Burning, scalding, stench, consumption; fie, fie, fie! pah, pah! Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination: there's money for thee.
William Shakespeare (King Lear)
The Lover Compareth his State to a Ship in Perilous Storm Tossed on the Sea My galley chargèd with forgetfulness Thorough sharp seas, in winter nights doth pass 'Tween rock and rock; and eke mine enemy, alas, That is my lord, steereth with cruelness; And every oar a thought in readiness As though that death were light in such a case. An endless wind doth tear the sail apace Of forcèd sighs and trusty fearfulness. A rain of tears, a cloud of dark disdain, Hath done the wearied cords great hindrance Wreathèd with error and eke with ignorance. The stars be hid that led me to this pain. Drownèd is reason that should me consort, And I remain despairing of the port.
Thomas Wyatt (Selected Poems)
If you’re having fun, you’re sinning” was the message my parents drilled into my head at a very young age. Taught that my natural behavior was somehow wrong, I learned to censor and repress myself, and cried myself to sleep nearly every single night during my tween and teen years, with my face jammed into a pillow so nobody would hear.
Rachel Dolezal (In Full Color: Finding My Place in a Black and White World)
I skanked deep on Wolt's pipe an' four days march from our free Windward to Kona Leeward seemed like four mil'yun, yay, babbybies o' blissweed cradled me that night, then the drummin' started up, see ev'ry tribe had its own drums. Foday o' Lotus Pond Dwellin' an' two-three Valleysmen played goatskin'n'pingwood tom-toms, an' Hilo beardies thumped their flumfy-flumfy drums an' a Honokaa fam'ly beat their sash-krrangers an' Honomu folk got their shell-shakers an' this whoah feastin' o' drums twanged the young uns' joystrings an' mine too, yay, an' blissweed'll lead you b'tween the whack-crack an' boom-doom an' pan-pin-pon till we dancers was hoofs thuddin' an' blood pumpin' an' years passin' an' ev'ry drumbeat one more life shedded off me, yay, I glimpsed all the lifes my soul ever was till far-far back b'fore the Fall, yay, glimpsed from a gallopin' horse in a hurrycane, but I cudn't describe 'em 'cos there ain't the words no more but well I mem'ry that dark Kolekole girl with her tribe's tattoo, yay, she was a saplin' bendin' an' I was that hurrycane, I blowed her she bent, I blowed harder she bent harder an' closer, then I was Crow's wings beatin' an' she was the flames lickin' an' when the Kolekole saplin' wrapped her willowy fingers around my neck, her eyes was quartzin' and she murmed in my ear, Yay, I will, again, an' yay, we will, again.
David Mitchell (Cloud Atlas)
I pull my power more tightly around me like a magic binky.
Sam Cheever ('Tween Heaven and Hell (Bedeviled & Beyond #1))
I was swimming with the turd sharks in an ocean made of piss
Sam Cheever ('Tween Heaven and Hell (Bedeviled & Beyond #1))
I was deep in the poo poo dungeon.
Sam Cheever ('Tween Heaven and Hell (Bedeviled & Beyond #1))
When you know truly know that God loves you it won't matter when others don't. And when you know truly know that God accepts you it won't matter when others won't.
Julie Chapus
You miss all the shots you don’t take. True love will appear in your life…if you are brave enough to chase it.
Poem Schway (Speaking Up for Each Other: A Collection of Short Stories for Tweens and Middle Grade Readers)
My bones always crack. Sometimes, I like to imagine that one day, my back will split open, and beautiful wings will emerge.
Khloe Beutler (Speaking Up for Each Other: A Collection of Short Stories for Tweens and Middle Grade Readers)
When a girl turns fourteen, she changes. She gets acne, or she is not supremely skinny. She is not beautiful anymore.
Eva Beauchamp (Speaking Up for Each Other: A Collection of Short Stories for Tweens and Middle Grade Readers)
Marry me!” The words quaked from deep within the sepulchre of his rib cage. He could hear sweet songs shoot and soar from his soul. The angels sighed and rejoiced.
Poem Schway (Speaking Up for Each Other: A Collection of Short Stories for Tweens and Middle Grade Readers)
A herd of gods tripped over themselves running after her.
Poem Schway (Speaking Up for Each Other: A Collection of Short Stories for Tweens and Middle Grade Readers)
They’d apparently decided to end a dedicated, seven-year relationship over honey walnut shrimp.
Poem Schway (Speaking Up for Each Other: A Collection of Short Stories for Tweens and Middle Grade Readers)
Their eyes locked for a single moment, and Nick felt his heart jackhammering violently in his chest like it wanted to crack his rib cage open.
Poem Schway (Speaking Up for Each Other: A Collection of Short Stories for Tweens and Middle Grade Readers)
Do you want me? I am yours.
Mark Andrew Poe (Ending Easter)
I don’t give up on people, even when they give up on me.
Mark Andrew Poe (Ending Easter)
We all know what we have to do what the inkling provokes us. We have to do the right thing. We have to make that extra push out of bed, or off the sofa. We must just do it.
Mark Andrew Poe (Showdown on Nightingale Lane)
I have learned it’s best to face down the trouble. Otherwise it will grow into a monster. We don’t have time for monsters.
Mark Andrew Poe (Run Harry, Run)
Not accustomed to entertaining angels, are we?” he asked.
Mark Andrew Poe (Halloween Nightmares)
It is difficult to understand the journey of a hero,” the whisperer said.
Mark Andrew Poe (Halloween Nightmares)
Checking in on what our kids are doing online isn't 'helicoptering,' it's 'parenting.
Galit Breen
trying to be perfect is the most imperfect goal imaginable. It’s
Jennifer Cook O'Toole (The Asperkid's (Secret) Book of Social Rules: The Handbook of Not-So-Obvious Social Guidelines for Tweens and Teens with Asperger Syndrome)
Friendship Truth #9: You choose which of your friendships to grow. Grow the healthy ones!
Jessica Speer (BFF or NRF (Not Really Friends): A Girl's Guide to Happy Friendships)
Friendships have different phases and change over time. All we can really control is ourselves. Be the type of friend you want to have!
Jessica Speer (BFF or NRF (Not Really Friends): A Girl's Guide to Happy Friendships)
Friendship Truth #3: Friendships have different phases and change over time.
Jessica Speer (BFF or NRF (Not Really Friends): A Girl's Guide to Happy Friendships)
Friendship Truth #6: Everyone makes mistakes.
Jessica Speer (BFF or NRF (Not Really Friends): A Girl's Guide to Happy Friendships)
Does it stop hurting because I have to start forgetting about them?” he asked, his lip quivering. “Because I don’t want to forget them.
Joanne Levy (Sorry for Your Loss)
The man smiled. "Harry is unique, for he was born with a special gift of sight, with eyes able to see things that are unseen. He has talents to move matter by the sound of his voice.
Mark Andrew Poe (Halloween Nightmares)
BFF, bestie, buddy—there are many ways to describe friends. But what really makes a “good” or “close” friend? And why do some friendships feel like a cozy robe, while others feel like a scary movie?
Jessica Speer (BFF or NRF (Not Really Friends): A Girl's Guide to Happy Friendships)
Preteens live up to our expectations, and if we communicate that they're irresponsible, they will become even more so. Remember that they're still learning responsible behavior, and they will make mistakes along the way.
Julie A. Ross (How to Hug a Porcupine: Negotiating the Prickly Points of the Tween Years)
They fell into con­tem­pla­tive si­lence until Jack asked, “Do you think un­mar­ried women fan­ta­size?” Luke looked up. “About what?” “About bed­ding.” “No. They wouldn’t know where to begin.” “Why?” “Why what?” “Why wouldn’t they know where to begin?” “Be­cause they don’t know the first thing about what goes on be­tween a man and a woman.” “Once they’ve learned they could fan­ta­size.” “Pos­si­bly.” “So Lady Cather­ine isn’t a vir­gin.
Lorraine Heath
If you’ve struggled in a friendship, you’re not alone. Most girls find that, sometimes, friendship feels like a roller coaster. One moment you’re climbing through fun and laughter; the next, you’re plunging into fear or frustration.
Jessica Speer (BFF or NRF (Not Really Friends): A Girl's Guide to Happy Friendships)
Everyone has certain qualities that they are drawn to in friends. Keep an eye out for friends that have the qualities you find important in friendship. And, of course, being a good friend is the best way to attract and keep friends too.
Jessica Speer (BFF or NRF (Not Really Friends): A Girl's Guide to Happy Friendships)
Big emotions—like anger, fear, and sadness—can be really uncomfortable. But even uncomfortable feelings are okay. In fact, all emotions are okay. It just takes practice to manage uncomfortable emotions so you can respond in a healthy way.
Jessica Speer (BFF or NRF (Not Really Friends): A Girl's Guide to Happy Friendships)
Happiness is odd Found in mysterious places Where you least expect it Like a glowing penny on the floor Not everyone can find it And sometimes you lose it   Some find it in small things Others see it in large things If you cling to it You’ll make it through Because Happiness is odd
Aleena Sebastian (Speaking Up for Each Other: A Collection of Short Stories for Tweens and Middle Grade Readers)
It’s a lonely business, and then sometimes strangely claustrophobic, but this is it. This is what I wanted and what Liz was pulled away from, against her every fiber. This abstract performance art called Family Life is our one run at the ultimate improv. Our chance to be great for someone, to give another person enough of what they need to be happy. Ours to overlook or lose track of or bemoan, ours to recommit to, to apologize for, to try again for. Ours to watch disappear into their next self—toddler to tyke, tween to teen—ours to drop off somewhere and miss forever. It’s happening right now, whether we attend to it or not. Like after preparing a nutritious meal that no one really liked and a lot of blame-gaming over who forgot to take out the compost, your peevish, greasy “young adult” tramps off to take the shower she should have taken two days ago and the evening is shot to shit and not one minute of it looked like the thing you prayed for so long ago, but then you hear something. You head up the stairs, hover outside the bathroom door. “All the single ladies, all the single ladies…” — The kid is singing in the shower. Your profoundly ordinary kid is singing in the shower and you get to be here to hear it.
Kelly Corrigan (Tell Me More: Stories About the 12 Hardest Things I'm Learning to Say)
If you told me a year ago that I would kiss a girl when I was 12, then I would have either laughed at you or started to sweat. Girls have always been a puzzle of which I have failed to connect the pieces. They are so complicated and emotional that the average dude has absolutely no chance to get within shouting range.
Phil Wohl (Xavier Walton's First Kiss)
Dreaming is impossible without myths. If we ll latch onto those of others -- even if don't have enough myths of our own, we'll latch onto those of others -- even if those myths make us believe terrible or false things about ourselves... Call it superego, call it common sense, call it pragmatism, call it learned helplessness, but the mind craves boundaries. Depending on the myths we believe in, those boundaries can be magnificently vast or crushingly tight. Throughout my life as I've sought to become a published writer of speculative fiction, my strongest detractors and discouragers have been other African Americans... Having swallowed these ideas, people regurgitate them at me at nearly every turn. And for a time, I swallowed them, too... Myths tell us what those like us have done, can do, should do. Without myths to lead the way, we hesitate to leap forward. Listen to the wrong myths, and we might even go back a few steps... Because Star Trek takes place five hundred years from now, supposedly long after humanity has transcended racism, sexism, etc. But there's still only one black person on the crew, and she's the receptionist. This is disingenuous. I know now what I did not understand then: That most science fiction doesn't realistically depict the future; it reflects the present in which it is written. So for the 1960s, Uhura's presence was groundbreaking - and her marginalization was to be expected. But I wasn't watching the show in the 1960s. I was watching it in the 1980s... I was watching it as a tween/teen girl who'd grown up being told that she could do anything if she only put her mind to it, and I looked to science fiction to provide me with useful myths about my future: who I might become, what was possible, how far I and my descendants might go... In the future, as in the present, as in the past, black people will build many new worlds. This is true. I will make it so. And you will help me.
Glory Edim (Well-Read Black Girl: Finding Our Stories, Discovering Ourselves)
Our preteens need for us to remain emotionally connected and stable, because they're so unstable during this period. They need to know that we may not love their behavior but that, despite the fact that they're uncomfortable during their metamorphosis, we aren't going anywhere, and we will continue to love them, confident that, in due time, they will get through this.
Julie A. Ross (How to Hug a Porcupine: Negotiating the Prickly Points of the Tween Years)
Navigating conflict is not easy. If you decide to speak with the person you are in conflict with, find a private time and place to talk. Be sure not to involve others in the conflict. Practice what you plan to say so you are calm and confident. Your goal is to speak your truth, take responsibility for your part, and treat others with dignity. This is no easy task, but an important skill to practice over time.
Jessica Speer (BFF or NRF (Not Really Friends): A Girl's Guide to Happy Friendships)
When I got back to my office Tween was there. She rose from the foyer couch as I wheezed in off the ramp. I took one look at her and said, “Come inside.” She followed me through the inner door. I waved my hand over the infra-red plate and it closed. Then I put out my arms. She bleated like a new-born lamb and flew to me. Her tears were scalding, and I don’t think human muscles are built for the wrenching those agonized sobs gave her. People should cry more. They ought to learn how to do it easily, like laughing or sweating. Crying piles up. In people like Tween, who do nothing if they can’t smile and make a habit-pattern of it, it really piles up. With a reservoir like that, and no developed outlet, things get torn when the pressure builds too high. I just held her tight so she wouldn’t explode. The only thing I said to her was “sh-h-h” once when she tried to talk while she wept. One thing at a time.
Theodore Sturgeon (The Complete Stories of Theodore Sturgeon, Volume VI: Baby Is Three)
(from) ARTAUD THE MOMO- In the humus of the plot with wheels, on the breathing humus of the plot of this void, between hard and soft. Black, violet, rigid, recreant and that's all. Which means that there is a bone, where god sat down on the poet, in order to sack the ingestion of his lines, like the head farts that he wheedles out of him through his cunt, that he would wheedle out of him from the bottom of the ages, down to the bottom of his cunt hole, and it's not a cunt prank that he plays on him in this way, it's the prank of the whole earth against whoever has balls in his cunt. And if you don't get the image, --and that's what i hear you saying in a circle, that you don't get the image which is at the bottom of my cunt hole,-- it's because you don't know the bottom, not of things, but of my cunt, mine, although since the bottom of the ages you've all been lapping there in a circle as if badmouthing an alienage, plotting an incarceration to death. ge re ghi regheghi geghena e reghena a gegha riri Between the ass and the shirt, between the gism and the under-bet, between the member and the let down, between the membrane and the blade, between the slat and the ceiling, between the sperm and the explosion, 'tween the fishbone and 'tween the slime, between the ass and everyone's seizure of the high-pressure trap of an ejaculation death rattle is neither a point nor a stone burst dead at the foot of a bound nor the severed member of a soul (the soul is nothing more than an old saw) but the terrifying suspension of a breath of alienation raped, clipped, completely sucked off by all the insolent riff-raff of all the turd-buggered who had no other grub in order to live than to gobble Artaud momo there, where one can fuck sooner than me and the other get hard higher than me in myself if he has taken care to put his head on the curvature of that bone located between anus and sex, of that hoed bone that i say in the filth of a paradise whose first dupe on earth was not father nor mother who diddled you in this den, but I screwed into my madness.
Antonin Artaud (Watchfiends and Rack Screams: Works from the Final Period)
Here we’ll describe four signs that you have to disengage from your autonomous efforts and seek connection. Each of these emotions is a different form of hunger for connection—that is, they’re all different ways of feeling lonely: When you have been gaslit. When you’re asking yourself, “Am I crazy, or is there something completely unacceptable happening right now?” turn to someone who can relate; let them give you the reality check that yes, the gaslights are flickering. When you feel “not enough.” No individual can meet all the needs of the world. Humans are not built to do big things alone. We are built to do them together. When you experience the empty-handed feeling that you are just one person, unable to meet all the demands the world makes on you, helpless in the face of the endless, yawning need you see around you, recognize that emotion for what it is: a form of loneliness. ... When you’re sad. In the animated film Inside Out, the emotions in the head of a tween girl, Riley, struggle to cope with the exigencies of growing up.... When you are boiling with rage. Rage has a special place in women’s lives and a special role in the Bubble of Love. More, even, than sadness, many of us have been taught to swallow our rage, hide it even from ourselves. We have been taught to fear rage—our own, as well as others’—because its power can be used as a weapon. Can be. A chef’s knife can be used as a weapon. And it can help you prepare a feast. It’s all in how you use it. We don’t want to hurt anyone, and rage is indeed very, very powerful. Bring your rage into the Bubble with your loved ones’ permission, and complete the stress response cycle with them. If your Bubble is a rugby team, you can leverage your rage in a match or practice. If your Bubble is a knitting circle, you might need to get creative. Use your body. Jump up and down, get noisy, release all that energy, share it with others. “Yes!” say the people in your Bubble. “That was some bullshit you dealt with!” Rage gives you strength and energy and the urge to fight, and sharing that energy in the Bubble changes it from something potentially dangerous to something safe and potentially transformative.
Emily Nagoski (Burnout: The Secret to Unlocking the Stress Cycle)
Chuckling. What am I now? A giddy ass tween whose balls haven’t fully dropped yet? I palm mine just to make sure my boys are still intact.
S.L. Jennings (Taint (Sexual Education, #1))
Ah ha!" the Doc screeched suddenly, wheeling around. "The salicylic acid! Maybe it SHOULD have been heated first!
Clare Havens (The Secret Formula (Bella Street Mysteries, #1))
Simon's brain tried to comprehend the situation. 'Was an international supermodel really holding Doc Gutson, leader of the infamous Bloodworth Gang, captive?
Clare Havens (Doc Gutson's Revenge (Bella Street Mysteries, #2))
Just making the cement now, only takes five minutes." "I did it in four once," Pauly whispered boastfully to Johnny, "but if I'm honest, I was never completely happy that it set properly." "Who was it for?" "Big Joe the Hammer." "Oh, yeah," Johnny nodded. "Didn't I hear he was spotted in Vegas a few weeks back?" Pauly nodded morosely. "Yeah, like I said, I didn't think it had set properly.
Clare Havens (The Secret Formula (Bella Street Mysteries, #1))
What did one volcano say to the other volcano? I lava
Janet Leo (FUNNY SUMMER JOKES FOR KIDS AGE 6-12: TRY NOT TO LAUGH CHALLENGE RIDDLES COMEDY HUMOUR FOR BOYS GIRLS TEENS TWEENS ACTIVITY)
What did one volcano say to the other volcano? I lava you.
Janet Leo (FUNNY SUMMER JOKES FOR KIDS AGE 6-12: TRY NOT TO LAUGH CHALLENGE RIDDLES COMEDY HUMOUR FOR BOYS GIRLS TEENS TWEENS ACTIVITY)
Jes' 'cause women folks ain't got no big muscled arm and fistes like jugs, folks claim they's weak vessels, but dass uh lie. Dat piece uh red flannel she got hung 'tween her jaws is equal tuh all the fistes God ever made and man ever seen.
Zora Neale Hurston (Jonah's Gourd Vine)
A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones. —PROVERBS 17:22
Nina Roesner (With All Due Respect: 40 Days to a More Fulfilling Relationship with Your Teens and Tweens)
tweens and teens present a variant on the toddler’s cycle of testing. They test their curfew, we reassure them that it’s still ten o’clock, and they relax. They test our resolve regarding boy-girl sleepovers, we reassure them that no, we still don’t allow it, and they relax. They test our standards for their behavior, we reassure them that we still expect them to be kind and respectful toward us, and they relax. And the cycle repeats ad nauseam until the teenager gets kicked out of the house or starts college.
Jessica Lahey (The Gift of Failure: How the Best Parents Learn to Let Go So Their Children Can Succeed)
Just imagine moving to some other country and being expected to speak their language, know the customs and follow every one of their super-complicated laws—without anyone ever explaining them to you. And if you mess up, you could (and probably would) get fired, be laughed at, left out, bullied, or even arrested. Would that be fair? Of course not. But that’s what it’s like for us, trying to follow a set of hidden social rules without the rule book.
Jennifer Cook O'Toole (The Asperkid's (Secret) Book of Social Rules: The Handbook of Not-So-Obvious Social Guidelines for Tweens and Teens with Asperger Syndrome)
Do what others expect, and the reward is that you are accepted by the group. Do it any other way, and people (kids and adults) feel threatened, uncomfortable, even embarrassed or scared.
Jennifer Cook O'Toole (The Asperkid's (Secret) Book of Social Rules: The Handbook of Not-So-Obvious Social Guidelines for Tweens and Teens with Asperger Syndrome)
A good apology says what went wrong, which feelings got hurt, and what should’ve happened instead.
Jennifer Cook O'Toole (The Asperkid's (Secret) Book of Social Rules: The Handbook of Not-So-Obvious Social Guidelines for Tweens and Teens with Asperger Syndrome)
Having dignity means that you will NOT cooperate with anything or anyone that humiliates you.
Jennifer Cook O'Toole (The Asperkid's (Secret) Book of Social Rules: The Handbook of Not-So-Obvious Social Guidelines for Tweens and Teens with Asperger Syndrome)
You don’t have to solve the other person’s problem; in fact, you shouldn’t. Remember, we are trying to step OUT of that awful “know-it-all” or “bossy” role. Often, people talk just because they trust you to listen, not because they want a solution. Your goal is to be that mirror—to reflect, not to judge or give advice. So don’t give your opinion unless asked. Instead…show that you believe in others’ ability to solve problems.
Jennifer Cook O'Toole (The Asperkid's (Secret) Book of Social Rules: The Handbook of Not-So-Obvious Social Guidelines for Tweens and Teens with Asperger Syndrome)
What do ghosts like to eat in a hot afternoon? I Scream. Where do sheep go on vacation? The Baaa-hamas. What did the paper say to the pencil?
Janet Leo (FUNNY SUMMER JOKES FOR KIDS AGE 6-12: TRY NOT TO LAUGH CHALLENGE RIDDLES COMEDY HUMOUR FOR BOYS GIRLS TEENS TWEENS ACTIVITY)
Why couldn't the astronaut book a hotel on the moon? Because it was already full. What do you get when you cross an elephant with a fish?
Janet Leo (FUNNY SUMMER JOKES FOR KIDS AGE 6-12: TRY NOT TO LAUGH CHALLENGE RIDDLES COMEDY HUMOUR FOR BOYS GIRLS TEENS TWEENS ACTIVITY)
kind of award did the dentist receive? A little plaque. What do you call a funny mountain?
Janet Leo (FUNNY SUMMER JOKES FOR KIDS AGE 6-12: TRY NOT TO LAUGH CHALLENGE RIDDLES COMEDY HUMOUR FOR BOYS GIRLS TEENS TWEENS ACTIVITY)
Yes.” Then his lips were against mine, softly, sweetly, a featherlight touch. The kind of kiss you imagine when you’re a tween dreaming about your first kiss. He’d obviously intended for it to be sweet and gentle. Which meant that it should have made me feel dreamy and nostalgic and swoony. It did none of those things. From the moment his lips touched mine, it was like someone had plugged my mouth into an electrical socket. A surge zipped through me, giving me goose bumps and heating my blood. It lasted for only a few seconds but it almost zapped my ability to hold myself upright. He pulled back slightly, still within kissing range. I felt his warm breath against my face and it took all my restraint not to press my mouth against his and keep this going. Which he may not have wanted. I swallowed, trying to figure out what to do next. I settled on finding out what he’d thought of our experiment. “How,” I started to speak, surprised at the breathy quality to my voice. “How was that?” His lips pulled up into a smile. “I think I need more data before I can draw any conclusions.” Again, perfectly sound logic. I nodded, feeling as if I couldn’t quite catch my breath. I noticed that he was looking at my lips. As if he’d only had a fleeting impression and now needed to do a more thorough investigation. The look in his intense blue eyes made the air around me feel charged with energy, like lightning could strike us both then and there. That feeling didn’t lessen when he pressed his lips against mine again, this time kissing me. Not just a peck, but moving his mouth against mine with a gentle firmness that left me weak and shivering. He made the nerve endings in my lips explode from sheer pleasure. Now both of his hands were on the side of my face, guiding my head this way and that as he kissed me over and over again. Some
Sariah Wilson (Roommaid)
Rather than having to draw every single frame by hand—which can be likened here to modeling every tiny step in the evolutionary process—artists nowadays can draw a few of the key frames…and then ask the computer to take its best guess at the intermediary steps and fill in the rest of the evolution. “That’s tweening,
Dan Brown (Origin (Robert Langdon, #5))
Lying back in bed, I look out the window. Most of it has iced up; all I can see are dark shadows violently tossing snow around. I try to figure out why I can’t sleep. Then, as my mind begins to wander, a sound creeps into the room. A tap, tap, tapping. Sitting bolt upright in bed, I listen. The only sound now is anger in the wind as it pummels the treetops
M.J. Ware (Enter: Ten Tales for Tweens: Fantastic Short Stories for Middle Grade Readers)
Implicit in both the advent of Vinge’s Singularity and the AI project is the idea that the virtuality of algorithmic software is embedded in the actuality of the hard- ware of computational devices and that an isomorphic relationship obtains be- tween them. This isomorphic relationship is like that obtaining between Platonic conceptions of the relationship of the intelligential to the phenomenal. Without the primary, intelligential objects—the virtual Ideal Forms—the actuality of the phe- nomenal would be “inoperative.
Leon Marvell (The Physics of Transfigured Light: The Imaginal Realm and the Hermetic Foundations of Science)
It is no exaggeration to say that all phenomena are considered by con- temporary science to be examples of amplitude positions within a radi- ation continuum. One of the most interesting aspects of late twentieth- century science was the reappearance of the Pythagorean doctrine of the vibratory harmony of matter, that all things are the result of harmonic ratios. “Superstring” theory proposes that all fun-damental particles (elec- trons, quarks, leptons, muons, etc.) are but differing vibratory frequencies of a single filamentous string. According to this latest development in theoretical physics the entities that are the ultimate constituents of atoms are but differing vibratory levels of a single substratum imagined as a string or line. Matter, then, actualizes the form of an image observed in an oscilloscope: a single line forms on the screen (its lowest vibratory state), which, when “energized,” begins to change shape into a wave (an electron perhaps) that eventually becomes a chaotic, spaghetti-like image observed at its highest vibratory level. In superstring theory each level of vibration, from undisturbed filament to violent spaghetti-chaos (and all states in be- tween), represents some fundamental particle.
Leon Marvell (The Physics of Transfigured Light: The Imaginal Realm and the Hermetic Foundations of Science)
Having your best interest at heart is what guides my decisions and my answer is still a no.” Like my mom used to say, “I’m not saying no, I’m saying, ‘I love you’ in a way you’ll understand years later.
Melissa Atkins Wardy (Redefining Girly: How Parents Can Fight the Stereotyping and Sexualizing of Girlhood, from Birth to Tween)
My son is afraid of getting eaten. Not only by me, but also by a big, scary, two-deaded monster. He is twelve years old and struggling to learn how to show up simultaneously in the physical and the virtual worlds. Both threaten to devour him. Both constantly attune him to the fact that his private sense of self is not necessarily aligned with the way others perceive him. He sometimes gets in fights with his friends. He gets in trouble with his teachers. He pisses off his younger brother and frustrates his father. Each situation is unexpected. He doesn't see it coming. What's going on inside his mind is not the same as what's happening around him. Like all tweens, his internal and external experiences are way out of sync.
Jordan Shapiro (The New Childhood: Raising Kids to Thrive in a Connected World)
Fashion models today are so different from the women buying the clothes. That has not always been the case. If you look at issues of ‘Vogue’ or other fashion magazines from the 1950s, you’ll see models in possession of womanly (albeit spectacular) bodies and expressive, mature faces. Star models typically were over thirty, and they had curves. They just looked like extraglamorous versions of the women buying the dresses. It almost seems shocking now, when models are all in their teens and look as though they’re playing dress up. In 2011 there was a cover of French ‘Vogue’ featuring a ten-year-old model. Ten years old! Did she look ten? No, she looked twenty-five! What does that say to young people? I worry about the pressure this puts on teenagers and tweens.
Tim Gunn (Tim Gunn's Fashion Bible: The Fascinating History of Everything in Your Closet)
They bartered fair an’ never spoke knuckly like savages at Honokaa, but politesome speakin’ it draws a line b’tween you what says, I respect you well ’nuff but you an 'I ain’t kin, so don’t you step over this line, yay?
David Mitchell (Cloud Atlas)
Why did you buy this book?
Justin Forest (Lolita in the Lion's Den or Pre-Tween Juxtaposition: From Sexual Abuse to Empowerment)
A young gentleman, inspired for whatever motive to take the cross, had first to raise his passage money, often by mortgaging his land or by ceding some feudal rights. He heard a farewell sermon in his village church and kissed his friends and kinsmen good-by, very likely for ever. Since the road across Asia Minor had become increasingly unsafe, he rode to Marseilles or Genoa and took passage with a shipmaster. He was assigned a space fixed at two feet by five in the ‘tween decks; his head was to lie between the feet of another pilgrim. He bargained for some of his food with the cargador, or chief steward, but he was advised to carry provisions of his own - salt meat, cheese, biscuit, dried fruits, and syrup of roses to check diarrhea.
Morris Bishop (The Middle Ages)
Rachel Renée Russell is an attorney who prefers writing tween books to legal briefs. (Mainly because books are a lot more fun and pajamas and bunny slippers aren’t allowed in court.) She has raised two daughters and lived to tell about it. Her hobbies include growing purple flowers and doing totally useless crafts (like, for example, making a microwave oven out of Popsicle sticks, glue, and glitter). Rachel lives in northern Virginia with a spoiled pet Yorkie who terrorizes her daily by climbing on top of a computer cabinet and pelting her with stuffed animals while she writes. And, yes, Rachel considers herself a total Dork. Visit
Rachel Renée Russell (Tales from a Not-So-Perfect Pet Sitter (Dork Diaries #10))
She look so stylish it like the trees all round the house draw themselves up tall for a better look. Now I see she stumble, tween the two men. She don't seem that well acquainted with her feets. Close up I see all this yellow powder caked up on her face. Red rouge. She look like she ain't long for this world but dressed well for the next.
Alice Walker (The Color Purple)
Speechless,
M.J. Ware (Enter: Ten Tales for Tweens: Fantastic Short Stories for Middle Grade Readers)
Dreaming is impossible without myths. If we ll latch onto those of others -- even if don't have enough myths of our own, we'll latch onto those of others -- even if those myths make us believe terrible or false things about ourselves... Call it superego, call it common sense, call it pragmatism, call it learned helplessness, but the mind craves boundaries. Depending on the myths we believe in, those boundaries can be magnificently vast or crushingly tight. Throughout my life as I've sought to become a published writer of speculative fiction, my strongest detractors and discouragers have been other African Americans... Having swallowed these ideas, people regurgitate them at me at nearly every turn. And for a time, I swallowed them, too... Myths tell us what those like us have done, can do, should do. Without myths to lead the way, we hesitate to leap forward. Listen to the wrong myths, and we might even go back a few steps... Because Star Trek takes place five hundred years from now, supposedly long after humanity has transcended racism, sexism, etc. But there's still only one black person on the crew, and she's the receptionist. This is disingenuous. I know now what I did not understand then: That most science fiction doesn't realistically depict the future; it reflects the present in which it is written. So for the 1960s, Uhura's presence was groundbreaking - and her marginalization was to be expected. But I wasn't watching the show in the 1960s. I was watching it in the 1980s... I was watching it as a tween/teen girl who'd grown up being told that she could do anything if she only put her mind to it, and I looked to science fiction to provide me with useful myths about my future: who I might become, what was possible, how far I and my descendants might go... In the future, as in the present, as in the past, black people will build many new worlds. This is true. I will make it so. And you will help me. -- "Dreaming Awake" by N.K. Jemisin
Glory Edim (Well-Read Black Girl: Finding Our Stories, Discovering Ourselves)
When kids stay up late, their stress hormones like cortisol kick in, which makes it harder to fall asleep,” wrote Dr. Laura Markham of Aha! Parenting. “The problem is that cortisol stays in the system and makes them edgy the next day; it also contributes to depression, anxiety, and weight gain. The famous moodiness of teenagers is partly attributable to late bedtimes, which have become standard practice in our culture. Just because your toddler gains the ability to keep himself awake doesn’t mean you’d let him stay up half the night. Just because your tween and teen gain the ability to keep themselves up doesn’t mean it isn’t bad for them.
Tricia Goyer (Calming Angry Kids: Help and Hope for Parents in the Whirlwind)
Good leaders are not always the people who have collected the most facts or put in the most time; they don’t waste time showing why they are right. The best leaders can listen to others’ ideas, respect and include them, and never ever say, “You’re wrong.
Jennifer Cook O'Toole (The Asperkid's (Secret) Book of Social Rules: The Handbook of Not-So-Obvious Social Guidelines for Tweens and Teens with Asperger Syndrome)
I was tortured as a baby. It burned into the deepest creases of my cortex and has never left since. When I was a tween I was already walking with the dons of the mafia. My grandma said I was a ghoul, I think she might have been right.
Et Imperatrix Noctem
I lie back on the bed and haul up my dress. Yank down my bloomers. Stick the looking glass tween my legs. Ugh. All that hair. Then my pussy lips be black. Then inside look like a wet rose. It a lot prettier than you thought, ain't it? she say from the door.
Alice Walker (The Color Purple)
Do what others expect, and the reward is that you are accepted by the group. Do it any other way, and people (kids and adults) feel threatened, uncomfortable, even embarrassed or scared. So they freak. And all sorts of lousy consequences—bullying, teasing, practical jokes, etc.—act like a punishment. “Get in line or else” is the basic message. And it doesn’t change as you grow up.
Jennifer Cook O'Toole (The Asperkid's (Secret) Book of Social Rules: The Handbook of Not-So-Obvious Social Guidelines for Tweens and Teens with Asperger Syndrome)
Inspiring Readers one story at a time
Mabel E. Singletary (Also Ran Series (Also Rans Series))
Show up for your friends.
Sherrill Joseph
Limit access to media. Today’s wired world leaves students with little undiluted time for concentrating and thinking deeply and creatively. Teens claim to be able to watch TV, IM, answer the phone, and do homework simultaneously, but the research results are in: Multi-tasking effectiveness is a fantasy for adults and more so for teens. If you need to negotiate with your teen, consider allowing music, because the positive emotions of music sometimes help teenagers better tolerate studying. • Figure
Laura S. Kastner (Getting to Calm: Cool-Headed Strategies for Parenting Tweens + Teens)
Oooh, sneaky, I thought. Must be how normal mothers operate instead of yelling.
Marilee Brothers (Moon Rise (Unbidden Magic, #2))
Beck stabbed a hand through his hair and continued.
Marilee Brothers (Moon Rise (Unbidden Magic, #2))
These tactics are often informed by market research, which involves a set of consultants slicing and dicing the company’s prospective customer base into narrowly defined segments—digital millennials here, Generation X there, tweens, bleens, spleens—leading the product designers to end up creating 31 flavors of mediocrity
Eric Schmidt (How Google Works)
the image of my
John Duffy (The Available Parent: Expert Advice for Raising Successful, Resilient, and Connected Teens and Tweens)
You’re Probably Writing Middle Grade Middle Grade fiction is written largely with the tween community in mind. Characters are generally between the ages of twelve and fifteen, and page counts start to climb closer to those of full-length novels. These stories often feature coming-of-age stories as their protagonists are going through the emotional and confusing stage of puberty. Popular middle grade books include Diaries of a Wimpy Kid as well as the Percy Jackson series by Rick Riordan.
Emlyn Chand (Discover Your Brand: A Do-It-Yourself Branding Workbook for Authors (Novel Publicity Guides to Writing & Marketing Fiction 1))
Entz Media went after children as well. The sexualized and gender confused teen ranked highly on the demographics ladder. So did the impressionable tween. Television shows used exaggerated character types to encourage children and teenagers to label one another. Shows featured skaters, goths, gays, jocks, nerds, etc. Children and teenagers were encouraged to identify with one of the labels. Once an identity was embraced, corporations would then define the group's attributes and charge for compliance. Kid's programming was calculated to make them consume. Entertainment was no longer about story telling; it was story selling -- social engineering.
Patrick Ord (The Curtain - A Novel)
But if Jesus can make my heart free, can’t no man make a slave of me. Maybe they can on this earth, the way man judge a thing. But one day, God will set everythin’ right. ’Tween then and now, Jesus set my heart free from all the hate and fear and sadness inside. And . . . if the Son maketh you free, you be free indeed.
Dan Walsh (The Deepest Waters)
A weekly bath is enough for most kids up until they are nearing the tween years, and then twice a week is probably enough most of the time.
Anonymous
...but freedom is scary.
Renata Suerth (New School & Other Stuff (The Wig #2))
I think we should wean Grandma.
Renata Suerth (New School & Other Stuff (The Wig #2))
Just think of them as your little pets.
Renata Suerth (New School & Other Stuff (The Wig #2))
I can't fire my gun without bringing attention to myself while surrounded by more zombies than tweens at a One Direction concert, and I cannot win in a hand to hand fight. Against the zombie, not One Direction. I'd destroy those guys.
Tracey Ward
He wasn’t fond of vegetables aside from corn on the cob, hated anything green unless it was a gummy bear, and basically had the appetite of a tween.
Jill Shalvis (Chasing Christmas Eve (Heartbreaker Bay, #4))
I sat up high, oak branch ’tween my knees, and watched the tattooed man stride about in the snow. Pictures all over his face, no skin left no more, just ink and blood. Looking for me, he was. Always looking for me. He left red drops in the white, fallen from his fish knife. Not fish blood though. Man blood. Boy blood. Lad from Tucket lost his scalp to that knife. Scrap of hair and pink hung from the man’s belt. That was dripping too, hot and fresh. He’d left the body in the thicket for the wolves to find. I
Beth Lewis (The Wolf Road)
First off, I call them "children", not "kids". I am a child, and I am not ashamed to be one; time will cure this unfortunate condition. "Kid" is the cutesy name adults call children, because they think "child" sounds too scientific and clinical. I refuse to call myself by their idiotic pet name. Your grandmother might call you "Snugglepants Lovebotton", but that's not how you introduce yourself to strangers. I also refuse to use terms like "teen", "tween", and etc. I find them patronizing and putrid. They are fake words, used to disguise the truth--that anyone under the age of eighteen is legally (and that's the only thing that matters) a child.
Josh Lieb (I Am a Genius of Unspeakable Evil and I Want to Be Your Class President)
With my heart thumping, I froze up. I didn't dance. I was born with two left feet and they only worked together in the saddle. "Come on," Casey urged and grabbed my hand. "I wore my steel-toe boots. You can stand on my feet for all I care.
Brittney Joy (Showdown (Red Rock Ranch #2))
It’s as if there is no more room in their lives for parents.
John Duffy (The Available Parent: Expert Advice for Raising Successful, Resilient, and Connected Teens and Tweens)
wise-minded mantra Sometimes we can’t make things better, but we can certainly make them worse.
Laura S. Kastner (Wise-Minded Parenting: 7 Essentials for Raising Successful Tweens + Teens)
Jeanne continued to drive until she reached a small state park. She parked her car and walked over to a bench parallel to the lake. Jeanne stared out at the lake and thought about carving all of her ex-lovers names onto the large stones that sat in the grass and spending her entire life waiting for them to be eroded by the wind and the rain. In the park there were also children dropping medium sized rocks with both hands into a stream. They fell heavily into the water and sunk down with the sound of small giggles. The children shouted something to their mothers. Something like, “Look mom we’re skip- ping rocks!” The mothers didn’t look but they shouted something back like, “Wow good job honey!” The “wow” was drawn out long and slow, more pronounced than any of the other words in the sentence. The children seemed pleased with this response and continued to laugh and throw stones into the river. A woman sat on a bench across from Jeanne for an extended period of time, folding leaves in her hands like a nervous tick. The woman looked up from her hands and laughed. She looked back down at her hands and looked sad again. Jeanne felt the urge to ask the woman why she looked down at the leaves and felt sad. Maybe, Jeanne speculated, she felt sad for the leaves that were in pieces all around her. Maybe the woman felt sad for herself because she was sitting on a bench alone and feeling ner- vous. Perhaps the woman felt guilty because she was laughing while killing something. Jeanne watched the woman as she looked up at middle space and alternated her expression from smiling to sad. Jeanne thought about wanting to kiss the woman’s face when it looked sad. Jeanne wanted to catch her mouth right in the in-be- tween before she smiled. Jeanne wanted the kiss to be sad and slow but hopeful as children laughed and threw rocks with her ex-lovers names into the river. Jeanne sat on the bench in the park and did nothing. She could feel her heart beating inside of her left shoulder blade. Jeanne wanted to throw rocks into the river like a child and kiss. Jeanne thought, “Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss,” but she continued to sit. She didn’t throw rocks. She didn’t kiss anyone.
Gabby Bess (Alone with Other People)
A woman sat on a bench across from Jeanne for an extended period of time, folding leaves in her hands like a nervous tick. The woman looked up from her hands and laughed. She looked back down at her hands and looked sad again. Jeanne felt the urge to ask the woman why she looked down at the leaves and felt sad. Maybe, Jeanne speculated, she felt sad for the leaves that were in pieces all around her. Maybe the woman felt sad for herself because she was sitting on a bench alone and feeling ner- vous. Perhaps the woman felt guilty because she was laughing while killing something. Jeanne watched the woman as she looked up at middle space and alternated her expression from smiling to sad. Jeanne thought about wanting to kiss the woman’s face when it looked sad. Jeanne wanted to catch her mouth right in the in-be- tween before she smiled. Jeanne wanted the kiss to be sad and slow but hopeful as children laughed and threw rocks with her ex-lovers names into the river. Jeanne sat on the bench in the park and did nothing. She could feel her heart beating inside of her left shoulder blade. Jeanne wanted to throw rocks into the river like a child and kiss. Jeanne thought, “Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss,” but she continued to sit. She didn’t throw rocks. She didn’t kiss anyone.
Gabby Bess (Alone with Other People)
The Time Line is great for getting things into perspective when you feel a bit lost and lacking direction or if you have a big change coming up such as moving to secondary school, your parents splitting up or having a new family arrangement. When you experience grief or loss, whether that is for a person or a part of your life such as leaving your Primary School, you can travel back along the time line, identify which skills you need from your old life, anchor them and bring them into the present as you move forward to Secondary School. Once you’ve done the Time Line a few times it will be in your head and you can conjure up the image and the steps without moving. This can be useful in situations when you can’t actually move physically, in class for instance.
Judy Bartkowiak (Engaging NLP for Tweens)
Looking ahead to the time when our children will be independent from us can help us decide how we can be the most effective during the middle school years. This requires asking ourselves not only, "Is what I'm doing working?" but also, "What am I teaching my child?" Think of it as taking the long view of parenting.
Julie A. Ross (How to Hug a Porcupine: Negotiating the Prickly Points of the Tween Years)
To teach our kids what they need to know online, we have to talk to them off line.
Galit Breen (Kindness Wins)
We added some rock n roll with this leopard bikini for girls this season. Here at Stella Cove we love animal designs and especially this leopard design and with this cheetah bikini for girls we hit exactly the right look balanced between a wild rock n roll print which is still girly cute and classy. This way no one is looking like a character out of the Flintstones. This flowing cheetah bikini for girls in a leopardlike print your daughter is certain to feel like a million dollars adding the cool to all beach barbeques and entering the pool-side party on a loud note. The bright bold colors add a wonderful POP to your holiday snaps as the beautiful leopard design stands out against the bright blues of the waves and the jewel turquoise of the shore. For that irresistible added funky, see the matching fitted swimming trunks for baby brothers in leopard fabric too which are of the same type of fitted shorts by stella cove as worn by mason disick the son of Kourtney Kardashian and scottdisick when mason was a toddler. The leopard bikini for girls by stella cove is also a mega cute match to the butterfly bikini for girls as they two clash and come together for an uber classy look. Don’t miss the matching rash guard too with leopard print sleeves which will make her want to cover up under the sun as she surfs with a roar. The fabric is high quality European made and attention is paid to every stitch to ensure that the bikini lasts beyond the summer and stays vivacious as it is packed in the suitcase for a much deserved winter vacation under the sun. The ruffled bikini cut is fast proving to be a favorite among tween girls as it adds extra cover to the chest area but remains innocently funky and girly at the same time. Wearing the leopard bikini for girls will bring out the cool and confident in your daughter as she steps into any pool party, resort beach club or sea side barbeque with a POW. Here at stella cove we make a collection which is going to add colors and funky to every day to make every girl and boy stand a little taller and feel beautiful. We are constantly adding new things to our collection for boutiques so you can be sure that the look your daughter is wearing is not going to be seen on another girl at the party at the beach or at the pool. We offer unique looks and keep our collection exclusive. Once one design such as this cheetah bikini for girls is out there with some customers we quickly switch to a different design so nothing about stella cove is generic and homogenous. It is all about adding bright beautiful colours, unique and funky prints as well as comfortable cute cuts. We love to add color and pop to your holiday snaps ! And as if that was not enough see our stella cove leopard print pants and dresses for added cool and class. These are also all made in Europe from European high end fabrics. (3)
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Storms of the ages and winds of the sea,” said Serena, closing her eyes and focusing on the warm sensation in her gut. Triton looked puzzled. Serena continued, “Shall have only half the strength of the force ‘tween you and me.” Triton’s quizzical smile slackened along with the rest of his face. His eyes never moved from Serena’s, but his mind seemed elsewhere. Serena’s skin felt alive and tingly. Hazel’s eyes darted between the two of them as a thin, pink tendril of liquid smoke seeped from the necklace and reached out towards Triton. Serena continued, “One shall live for two, and two shall be one. Only by true love’s kiss may this spell be undone.
S.J. Valfroy (The Sea Witch (The Era of Villains, #1))
sex for women “is a lot like taking a crap. It’s something we have to do as women but take little pleasure in.
Justin Forest (Lolita in the Lion's Den or Pre-Tween Juxtaposition: From Sexual Abuse to Empowerment)
We finally would have kids.
Justin Forest (Lolita in the Lion's Den or Pre-Tween Juxtaposition: From Sexual Abuse to Empowerment)
[Her husband] sometimes worked on projects that had him sleeping all day and staying up all night, which is not conducive to child rearing unless you are a vampire. And I know vampires are considered sexy by groups of misguided tween girls who are taught to love men who could potentially kill them, but the reality is that vampires make bad dads and shitty husbands. They hibernate all day and then disappear at sunset - never able to tuck their own kids in at night.
Jen Kirkman (I Can Barely Take Care of Myself: Tales From a Happy Life Without Kids)
Laura had read somewhere that tweens—eight to fourteen-year-olds—had so much discretionary income and expensive tastes that they drove the whole economy. Not just the US economy, but the world’s. She
J. Carson Black (The Laura Cardinal Novels)
Healthy adult relationships are reciprocal, which means that there's a "give-and-take" quality to them. Sometimes one person's needs take precedence; sometimes the other person's needs take precedence. And often, compromise is required to achieve a "win-win" solution so that both people's needs are met.
Julie A. Ross (How to Hug a Porcupine: Negotiating the Prickly Points of the Tween Years)
We would learn as much as we could, be as honourable as we could, be as courageous as we could, and be as happy as we could.
S.L. Mills (GOM's Gold)
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Laura S. Kastner (Wise-Minded Parenting: 7 Essentials for Raising Successful Tweens + Teens)
Like many other merchant vessels, the Sea Venture was armed. Though England and Spain had signed a peace treaty in 1604, soon after James took the English throne, there were still scores of Spanish vessels sailing the Atlantic and the Caribbean just waiting to fall on ships like the Sea Venture. And since the Spanish continued their claim to the lands the English knew as Virginia, the company had every reason to fear Spanish attempts to keep it from resupplying Jamestown. The “admiral” herself carried sixteen cannon and at least one small swivel gun that could be used to repel boarders. To save space below, where passengers and stores would be jam-packed for the voyage, these heavy guns were mounted on the Sea Venture’s upper deck instead of on the main deck, or in the ’tween deck area, their usual location. As Newport and Somers looked at the heavy cannon—minions that weighed 1,500 pounds each, sakers that weighed 3,500 pounds, and demi-culverins that tipped the scales at 4,500 pounds each, as well as the smallest of the guns, falconers, that weighed as much as two large men—their eyes would have narrowed with concern as they imagined how all that weight topside would unbalance the vessel in strong seas and high winds.
Kieran Doherty (Sea Venture: Shipwreck, Survival, and the Salvation of the First English Colony in the New World)
I'm hoping to pass for one of Vosch's tween recruits, but I probably look more like GI Joe's little sister playing dress up
Rick Yancey (The 5th Wave (The 5th Wave, #1))
We tranquilized a salamander lightly, placed it on a plastic shelf be-tween the poles of a strong electromagnet, and attached electrodes to measure the EEC As we gradually increased the magnetic field strength, we saw no change—until delta waves appeared at 2,000 gauss. At 3,000 gauss, the entire BEG was composed of simple delta waves, and the animal was motionless and unresponsive to all stimuli. Moreover, as we decreased the strength of the magnetic field, normal EEG patterns returned suddenly, and the salamander regained consciousness within seconds, This was in sharp contrast to other forms of anesthesia.
Robert O. Becker (The Body Electric: Electromagnetism and the Foundation of Life)
I make two people out of one and they both look exactly the same. What am I?
Ava Blekt (RIDDLES AND BRAIN TEASERS FOR KIDS: RIDDLES AND JOKES FOR BOYS GIRLS AGES 2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-12-14 TEENS TWEENS HOME ACTIVITY INDOOR GAMES HUMOUR)
What happens when you place dollar bills in the fridge? You get cool cash. What happened to the thief who stole a calendar?
Bonny Lakze (SUMMER JOKES FOR 12 YEAR OLD KIDS: FUNNY RIDDLES AND JOKES FOR BOYS GIRLS TEENS TWEENS CHILDREN HUMOUR)
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Ava Blekt (RIDDLES AND BRAIN TEASERS FOR KIDS: RIDDLES AND JOKES FOR BOYS GIRLS AGES 2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-12-14 TEENS TWEENS HOME ACTIVITY INDOOR GAMES HUMOUR)
What do elves learn at school? The Elf-abet
ARTHUR JOHM (JOKE BOOK FOR KIDS AGES 9-12: JOKES AND RIDDLES FOR BOYS GIRLS TEENS TWEENS CHILDREN FAMILY ACTIVITY BOOK HOLIDAY HUMOUR DADS)
In my experience, tweens are best approached when you are side to side, not face to face. When driving or walking somewhere, “How
Kelly Fradin (Parenting in a Pandemic: How to help your family through COVID-19)
there are continually turning up in life moral and rational persons, sages and lovers of human- ity who make it their object to live all their lives as morally and rationally as possible, to be, so to speak, a light to their neighbours simply in order to show them that it is possible to live morally and rationally in this world. And yet we all know that those very people sooner or later have been false to themselves, playing some queer trick, o en a most un- seemly one. Now I ask you: what can be expected of man since he is a being endowed with strange qualities? Show- er upon him every earthly blessing, drown him in a sea of happiness, so that nothing but bubbles of bliss can be seen Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com on the surface; give him economic prosperity, such that he should have nothing else to do but sleep, eat cakes and busy himself with the continuation of his species, and even then out of sheer ingratitude, sheer spite, man would play you some nasty trick. He would even risk his cakes and would deliberately desire the most fatal rubbish, the most uneco- nomical absurdity, simply to introduce into all this positive good sense his fatal fantastic element. It is just his fantastic dreams, his vulgar folly that he will desire to retain, simply in order to prove to himself—as though that were so neces- sary— that men still are men and not the keys of a piano, which the laws of nature threaten to control so completely that soon one will be able to desire nothing but by the cal- endar. And that is not all: even if man really were nothing but a piano-key, even if this were proved to him by natural science and mathematics, even then he would not become reasonable, but would purposely do something perverse out of simple ingratitude, simply to gain his point. And if he does not nd means he will contrive destruction and chaos, will contrive su erings of all sorts, only to gain his point! He will launch a curse upon the world, and as only man can curse (it is his privilege, the primary distinction be- tween him and other animals), may be by his curse alone he will attain his object—that is, convince himself that he is a man and not a piano-key! If you say that all this, too, can be calculated and tabulated—chaos and darkness and curses, so that the mere possibility of calculating it all be- forehand would stop it all, and reason would reassert itself, then man would purposely go mad in order to be rid of rea- 0 Notes from the Underground son and gain his point! I believe in it, I answer for it, for the whole work of man really seems to consist in nothing but proving to himself every minute that he is a man and not a piano-key! It may be at the cost of his skin, it may be by can- nibalism! And this being so, can one help being tempted to rejoice that it has not yet come o , and that desire still de- pends on something we don’t know?
Fyodor Dostoevsky
It was afraid of cracking jokes. Why was the Math book always sad?
Amy Blankz (JOKES FOR KIDS AGE 9-12: JOKES THAT ARE FUNNY FOR BOYS GIRLS CHILDREN TEENS TWEENS HOLIDAY HUMOUR PUNS WORD PLAY RIDDLES AND JOKES)
What kind of suit did the tailor sew for his lawyer? A lawsuit.
Amy Blankz (JOKES FOR KIDS AGE 9-12: JOKES THAT ARE FUNNY FOR BOYS GIRLS CHILDREN TEENS TWEENS HOLIDAY HUMOUR PUNS WORD PLAY RIDDLES AND JOKES)
The smiling clerks at the various shops confused them a little at first by offering them new brands of breakfast foods with strange, oddly spelled names, but the girls explained patiently at each place that they were giving a dinner party, not a breakfast, and that they wanted nothing but the things on their list.
Carroll Watson Rankin (Dandelion Cottage (Dandelion Cottage, #1))
And since the bus was full of middle school kids, it was only halfway to its destination before everyone on board had to go to the bathroom. (Erica sparked this by loudly declaring that she had to go, and was immediately seconded by a chorus of other tweens who’d had way too much soda before boarding the bus.)
Stuart Gibbs (Spy School Revolution)
A deep, booming chime echoed through the square. It throbbed in the stones under my feet. Children cried, covering their ears. And I started screaming as I ran. ‘Marcel!’ I screamed, knowing it was useless. The crowd was too loud, and my voice was breathless with exertion. All the same and all, I couldn't stop screaming. The clock tolled again. I ran past a nude young girl child in her mother's arms as her hair was almost white in the dazzling sunlight. A circle of tall men, all wearing red blazers, called out warnings as I barreled through them. The clock tolled again and again. On the other side of the men in blazers, there was a break in the throng, space between the sightseers who milled aimlessly around me. My eyes peered over the vast dark narrow passage to the right of the wide square edifice under the tower. I couldn't see the street level there were still too many kids and teens in the way. The clock tolled again, and the rings cried out. Part: 2 Thrashed Just like me, this is not here anymore… It was hard to see now, more than ever. Without the kids, teens, and tweens, to break the wind, it whipped at my face and burned my eyes. -And- I for one at that moment could not be one hundred present certain if that was the reason behind my tears, or if I was crying in defeat as the clock hands rounded the face again, and the bell grew hazier. A big family of ten stood nearest to the alley's opening. The two girls wore blue dresses, with matching ribbons tying their dark hair back. The father wasn't small or big. It seemed like I could see something bright in the shadows, just over his shoulder. I rushed toward them, trying to see past the stinging tears. The clock hands spun, and the littlest girl clamped her fingers around one of the boy's long fingers.
Marcel Ray Duriez
But even though I didn’t think he liked me very much, at least he hadn’t called me any names or told me I smelled like death. So that was an improvement.
Joanne Levy (Sorry for Your Loss)
Another thing about being the daughter of funeral directors? You get used to a lot of random and spontaneous hugs.
Joanne Levy
Someone else’s grief is not for you to solve.
Joanne Levy (Sorry for Your Loss)
Feigenbaum was exploring a forgotten middle ground be tween mathematics and physics. His work was hard to classify. It was not mathematics; he was not proving anything. He was studying numbers, yes, but numbers are to a mathematician what bags of coins are to an investment banker: nominally the stuff of his profession, but actually too gritty and particular to waste time on. Ideas are the real currency of mathematicians. Feigenbaum was carrying out a program in physics, and, strange as it seemed, it was almost a kind of experimental physics.
James Gleick (Chaos: Making a New Science)
Rachel Renée Russell is an attorney who prefers writing tween books to legal briefs. (Mainly because books are a lot more fun and pajamas and bunny slippers aren’t allowed in court.) She has raised two daughters and lived to tell about it. Her hobbies include growing purple flowers and doing totally useless crafts (like, for example, making a microwave oven out of lolly sticks, glue and glitter). Rachel lives in northern Virginia with a spoiled pet Yorkie who terrorizes her daily by climbing on top of a computer cabinet and pelting her with stuffed animals while she writes. And, yes, Rachel considers herself a total Dork.
Rachel Renée Russell (Dork Diaries: Pop Star)
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but in my twenties, when i was gutshaking about things that were leaping out of me like emo tweens, that’s when i learned about the time traveling emotion. it is like anything else that traverses time, both fully of another time and fully present in the place when it appears. in the case of grief, the time traveling emotion touches into your sadness over a present day experience of absence, and then drags forward a living satchel of the most tender innocent moments, the smallest memory. or perhaps sucks your heart back in time.
Adrienne Maree Brown (Emergent Strategy: Shaping Change, Changing Worlds)
Ellie said, “Give me the Pad-i, and I’ll type today.” “Pad-i?” I asked. “Yeah. Like ‘Pad Thai,’” she said. I asked, “What’s wrong with ‘iPad’?” “I thought it might be fun to change it. You know, see if it catches on.
Cindy Callaghan (Lost in London)
A regular Ferris wheel from a Wilmington carnival was like a dwarf planet compared to this gigantic wheel.
Cindy Callaghan (Lost in London)
Carissa pried Mrs. Buck’s phone away from her. She looked at the screen of the game. “Quite impressive, you freaky cape-wearing gamer.
Cindy Callaghan (Lost in Ireland)
She doesn’t look like much of a Project Runway gal, if you know what I mean. Capes are so last year.
Cindy Callaghan (Lost in Ireland)
I laughed. “Yeah, I did. I didn’t think you were serious.” “As serious as a monkey is about his last banana.
Cindy Callaghan (Lost in Ireland)
Come on. Boys can wait.” I moved her farther away from them. “I’m dealing with a curse here, or did you forget?
Cindy Callaghan (Lost in Ireland)
Did you see that bloke’s fingers go into the blender? He didn’t even feel it. I think I want to be a zombie when I die.” “Too true,” Gordo said. “But with better hair.
Cindy Callaghan (Lost in London)
How can a zombie be hot?” Sam asked. “I mean, they’re dead. They must smell terrible, and random body parts just fall off and tumble to the ground.
Cindy Callaghan (Lost in London)
It was the woman I’d been certain had been planning to bake me in her oven but instead, had rescued us with a tractor.
Cindy Callaghan (Lost in Ireland)
Are you kidding me?” I asked. “You’re holding enough demerits in your hand to get us both expelled.” I started to shake in my mismatched socks.
Cindy Callaghan (Lost in Ireland)
Instantly my hair started to scrunch up. Ringlets pulled out of the braids like they wanted to remind everyone that I was cursed and I couldn’t hang out…CiCi stopped twirling long enough to notice. “Yikes!
Cindy Callaghan (Lost in Ireland)
Finn made a gurgling noise from his throat that didn’t sound exactly like choking, but then again, I’d never seen anyone being poisoned before. I was standing over him, ready to do CPR, when I noticed that he wasn’t choking; he was laughing.
Cindy Callaghan (Lost in Ireland)
I looked at the soda bread and the cottage. It all felt very grandmotherly, once you got past the “Hansel and Gretel” thing.
Cindy Callaghan (Lost in Ireland)
I was wet but not soaked. Just enough to look like a sponge, but not a mop.
Cindy Callaghan (Lost in Ireland)