Excerpts from Treasure Boxes      My six-year-old son, Mason, has a treasure box. We fashioned it from old cardboard and string to make it look like a small pirate’s chest. It is certainly not the first one we’ve made together, but with its round top and keyhole, it is the best so far. “What will you keep in this one?” I asked him. “Gold,” he answered with big eyes. I hope so, because that is not what is in his other four boxes!.. from The Quiet and the Chaos      ...My mother says we tend to remember the exception. One exception I remember is her continued effort to find a few quiet moments to herself. During her hectic schedule of teaching school and raising three children, ten minutes to sit and read a book was golden to her. But it was the exception. If we could have wrapped up an hour of uninterrupted quiet-time for her it would have been the most precious gift... from White Nights      ...I remember my grandmother’s backrubs late at night, her hoarse whisper, her smell of lanolin and the feel of her tough, strong hands on my back. “Will you tell me a story?” my son whispers, and I feel myself turn in the cycle, backrub to backrub, story to story... Copyright 2006 Robin Lynn Pratt. Reproduction or dissemination of work featured on this site -- or any part of it -- is expressly forbidden without the written consent of the author.

Table of Contents The Quiet and the Chaos Mother's Boxes The Plan Treasure Boxes White Nights Back on the Risers Again Missing Miles (Audio) The Punishment Music, Inside Out I Hereby Dub This Room Silhouette From H House to H Street (Audio) The Joy of Writing

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