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