Saturday, September 13, 2014


 “Dear God,” she prayed, “let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry …..have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere be deceitful. Let me be truthful; Let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.” 

from A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty  SMITH