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.
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