Ruthann Mcelmurry

“Oh oh!” said the
mother bird. “My baby
will be here! He will
want to eat.”
― P.D. Eastman, Are You My Mother?

“Faith is faith, no matter what form it takes.”
― Trevor Alan Foris, The Octunnumi Fosbit Files Prologue

“Bred to the pavement and steel that became his life's work, he nonetheless marvels at the annual miracle of baby peregrine falcons hatching high atop the George Washington's towers, and at the sheer botanical audacity of grass, weeds, and ailanthus trees that defiantly bloom, far from topsoil, from metal niches suspended high above the water.”
― Alan Weisman, The World Without Us

“like Ned was killed. We made her go and we hired”
― Ernest J. Gaines, The Autobiography of Miss Jane Pittman