Mary E. Pearson
Mary E. Pearson
Mary E. Pearsonis an American children's writer best known for young-adult fiction...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth14 August 1955
CountryUnited States of America
father technology thinking
How can you be sure?" "I'm a doctor, Jenna. And a scientist." "Does that make you an authority on everything? What about a soul, Father? When you were so busy implanting all your neural chips, did you think about that? Did you snip my soul from my old body, too? Where did you put it? Show me! Where? Where in all this groundbreaking technology did you insert my soul?
differences who-we-are details
Are the details of our lives who we are, or is it owning those details that makes the difference?
names
But I am more than a name. More than they tell me
used used-to-be
I used to be someone.
people
People will notice the beauty of what they usually ignore ~
identity should feels
The dictionary says my identity should be all about being separate or distinct, and yet it feels like it is so wrapped up in others.
dream dark who-we-are
Maybe we all have a dark place inside of us, a place where dark thoughts and darker dreams live, but it doesn't have to become who we are.
identity politician percentages
Percentages! Those are for economists, polls, and politicians. Percentages can't define your identity.
dancing people one-day
Pieces. A bit for someone here. A bit there. And sometimes they don't add up to anything whole. But you are so busy dancing. Delivering. You don't have time to notice. Or are afraid to notice. And then one day you have to look. And it's true. All of your pieces fill up other people's holes. But they don't fill your own.
dream eye dark
Awareness There is a dark place. A place where I have no eyes, no mouth. No words. I can't cry out because I have no breath. The silence is so deep I want to die. But I can't. The darkness and silence go on forever. It is not a dream. I don't dream.
breathing names waking
I still cry on waking. I'm not sure why. I feel nothing. Nothing I can name, anyway. It's like breathing - something that happens over which I have no control. (6)
kind smooth rough
Things I can feel. Hard. Soft. Rough. Smooth. But the inside kind of feel, it is all the same, like foggy mush. Is that the part of me that is still asleep? (9)
garden bird identity
I decide that sometimes definitions are wrong. Even if they're written in a dictionary. Identities aren't always separate and distinct. Sometimes they ARE wrapped up with others. Sometimes, for a few minutes, maybe they can even be shared. And if I am ever fortunate enough to return to Mr. Bender's garden, I wonder if the birds will see that piece of him that is wrapped up in me.
years small-changes world
One small changed family doesn't calculate into a world that has been spinning for a billion years. But one small change makes the world spin differently in a billion ways for one family.