You could get the words all straight and neat between the lines, but the meaning was in the way they zigzagged toward a person when you gave them life.

I was coming to understand that my mother did not hate me, only that some days, she hated loving me.

Valentine reminds us that to be fully human is to be both a story teller and a story dweller."--- Christina Meldrum, author of Madapple and Amaryllis in Blueberry