She's right, of course. My mother usually is. She's a librarian.
Heather Vogel FrederickMots clés librarian much-ado-about-anne
there is hope in maybe.
Maybe.
Such a tiny word.
Such a powerful word.
Why is it that girls think boys will notice them if they’re loud anyway.
Heather Vogel FrederickFriends can never be too early
Heather Vogel FrederickRobin Hood just called, he wants Sherwood Forest back.
Heather Vogel FrederickOf course, Zach Nortan could show up at school in a garbage bag and still look great.
Heather Vogel FrederickNever say 'I can't.' 'I can't' is a limit, and life is about breaking through limits. Say 'I will' instead.
Heather Vogel FrederickMots clés life inspirational
She forks up a little nibble and wedges it in her mouth. "Yum," she croaks.
Mrs. Wong looks pleased. "It's made with tofu."
I can't resist. "Free-range tofu?"
My mother looks over at me sharply.
Mrs. Wong takes the bait. "Now, Cassidy, tofu isn't an animal," she chides. "It's soy bean curd. Soy bean curd doesn't need to roam free."
On the floor below me, Emma lets out a little snort. I nudge her again with my foot. We're both grinning at the thought of a corral somewhere with little cubes of tofu wandering around. "Home, home on the range," I sing to her under my breath. "Where the deer and the tofu roam free...
Mots clés humor comedy young-adult-fiction
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single girl in possesion of a pashon for fashon, must be in want of an audiance!
Heather Vogel FrederickPapa was right, after all. A ship's crew was like a family, and together we had done what we never could have managed alone.
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