Time for me to pull out my old copy of “Where the Sidewalk Ends” and remind myself that I wasn’t always a jaded “adult.”
Maybe I can even conjure up some of that magnificent childhood magic we all had at one point.
Maybe I can even conjure up some of that magnificent childhood magic we all had at one point.
Reposted from
Greg Olear
"The saints of our godless era are the beloved writer-illustrators of rhyming children’s books. To say anything bad about them is tantamount to blasphemy. It’s almost like these works were handed down to Moses on Mount Sinai, who immediately passed them off to the editors at Harper Row."
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