Today I helped out with a local relief effort to assist people in our community hit by a series of tornadoes. Poor Flagstaff. First huge snow storms,
then a forest fire,
and now tornadoes.
All in one year. What’s next, you say? Well there’s always the possibility of the two inactive volcanoes we live beneath blowing.
It’s been a crazy year. (No, I’m not ready to move. I’ll stick it out.)
But as I walked transects looking for people’s belongings the twister left strewn through the forest, I noticed how many children’s books were part of the occasional debris. It was sad to see them lost and ruined but it gave me strength to know books are still in homes. Children’s books are still part of a family’s life. The uncertainty of the economy or the digital age has not changed that. Apart from drywall and shingles, books were the pieces of debris I saw the most.
Fear not, writers, there will always be books and kids to read them.