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“Tilly and I stood, and she wrapped her arms around my waist and laid her head against my shoulder. Her soft little hands patted my back. The embrace was beyond her usual good-bye, and it filled me with awe at her intuitive ability to tune into my emotions. She couldn’t read or do math or work through technical processes like most people her age, but she was always on the pulse-beat of the deep-down real things.”
― Brenda Vicars, Polarity in Motion

“The receptionist, a gray-haired lady with thick glasses at the front counter of the office, read over my transcript. Her eyebrows shot up above her brown frames. With her eyes riveted on me, she cleared her throat and blasted as if on a megaphone. “Your former school is Beauty.” ...
Mum blasted right back at her,” You are an excellent reader. Congratulations.”
― Brenda Vicars, Polarity in Motion

“By becoming pregnant, I’d unsuspectingly signed up for a club that I couldn’t cancel the membership to. The rules of the club were that one must smile and nod politely while being force-fed graphic information about a billion little nasty things that would most definitely happen in the near future. Politely backing away from those conversations would’ve been nice, but I discovered no exit. Attempts to flee led to strangers following me, clutching at my arms. “No wait, no wait, let me tell you the worst part about what happened next…” they’d plead, with horrified joy in their eyes. So I learned to wait it out and take in the stories with a smile plastered across my face.”
― Claire Ashby, When You Make It Home

“Mesmerized with the video, I realized that the truth had been there all along. I’d known the girls had jerked the curtain. I’d known that anyone at any time could take a picture. But I could never see myself doing that wacky pose. So, instead of trying to figure out logically how it happened, I resisted believing it actually happened.”
― Brenda Vicars, Polarity in Motion