“The feel of my mother’s warmth behind me as she read is one of the first things I can remember – the safe anchor of her body and the music of her read-aloud voice the ocean on which my small consciousness sailed into power through stories of music and brave maidens, feasts and castles, family and home.”

“The feel of my mother’s warmth behind me as she read is one of the first things I can remember – the safe anchor of her body and the music of her read-aloud voice the ocean on which my small consciousness sailed into power through stories of music and brave maidens, feasts and castles, family and home.”

— Sarah Clarkson