Love Letters

Yesterday I was writing about learning to read –the shivery-magic trick that changed the trajectory of my life.  It seemed to happen by osmosis. At some point, those squiggly lines on the page became letters. At some point, those letters shaped themselves into sounds, which then blurred into syllables. And at some point, those syllables formed words that eventually created meaningful sentences. And then, voilá! By the time I was four, I could read.

Also yesterday…Fashionista_35 gave me the curvaceous letter C
10 things I love that start with the letter C:

C is for cookie, that’s good enough for me.

Cracks in the glass ceiling: 18 million and counting.

Compassion, which shares a common root with companion.

Curiosity—I hope mine is never completely satisfied.

California, aka home

Cats—especially fluffy Maine Coones that chirp and follow you everywhere

Cobalt blue, the queen of Crayola crayons

Clinton and the "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pantsuits." It’s been an amazing journey, Hillary. Let’s bring it home, Barack!

Christ, the great teacher

Cruella De Ville, the best name for a villainess ever

Caddywompus—I prefer coloring outside the lines. 

Want a letter of your very own? Leave me a note.

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  1. Ohhhh, cobalt blue, nice! I’m a midnight blue, myself!

    Loved “The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pantsuits”!!!!!!

    I guess, give me a letter. No promises. But, ya know, the kids ARE in school… so I have nothing but freeeeeeeee time! Weeeeee!

  2. “The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pantsuits.” LOL–that’s great! I’ve always wanted a Maine Coone cat–my husband and I both love big cats but we the kittens we get always turn out puny. We had high hopes for one we got. She had a lot of extra toes so we thought she’d grow into her overly large paws but it never happened.

    • That “sisterhood…” line in Hillary’s speech was hilarious. She has a wicked sense of humor that few people noticed. Sigh.

      Maine Coone’s are as close to Golden Retrievers as any cat can get. They are so sweet, so loyal, and so smart.

      I’m giving you the letter M. Mmmmm, isn’t it delicious? πŸ™‚

  3. Ah the joy of reading. Those incredible words on a page that can carry one anywhere in the world – or out of it – at any time, from any place. I don’t do much of it for recreational escape any more (too much of it HAS to be done to keep up with the world) but when I was younger, I lived within the pages of my books.

    I don’t remember when I learned to read…but I learned to love reading in 3rd grade. Entirely to the credit of my 3rd grade teacher, Mrs. Emerson at Gibson Elementary School in Woodland, CA.

    Sure – let me have a letter of my very own.

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