Hi, my name's Dori Moody and I live at the Danthonia Bruderhof in NSW, Australia. My husband, Henry, and I nurture four children, one cat, and forty pecan trees.
Yes, we grow into adulthood and life gets messy, and no amount of children’s picture books can put a golden spin on reality. A warm bowl of soup (read Maurice Sendak) is often hard to locate in life’s jungle. Still, there is always that foundation...
There is something wonderful about reading in nature. Joan Aiken remembers of her own childhood, “In summer, I read out of doors, lying on my stomach on the grass, or on an old steamer-rug, or up in the cherry tree, eating the cherries before the...
Listening to each other has become increasingly difficult. Perhaps there is no real need to listen anymore. Texting is a convenient, silent way to converse, easily done during funerals, birthday parties, or while enjoying an intimate candlelit...
My neighbor often asks me to pick up books for her. She loves books that detail terrible things about people: books about the gravely ill, victims, and survivors. Some of them are redeeming in nature, others are not. The main criterion seems to be...
