Dear Seeing the Everyday,
How shall I say it? I kind of... love you.
But not only because you have graciously seen fit to publish something I’ve written (though that is enough reason all its own). I love you for what you do, who you are.
In the foreword to Maud Hard Lovelace’s timeless children’s classic, Betsy-Tacy, and Tib, which chronicles the ‘everday’ goings-on of three friends, Ann M. Martin says, "These were small stories, things that could happen to anyone, but when Maud Hart Lovelace told small stories she made them seem big.”
This, in effect, is what you do for your readers; this is what you do for me.
Rather than making an endless stream of direct attacks on the things in our culture that are flimsy and degrading, things which assault and drag down the soul, you focus your narrative lens on the “poetry in the prosaic” – the small, ordinary moments between a parent and child that seem forgettable, and which often are forgettable, but which emblazon a life lesson onto the heart of a child.
You do just what you say: you help me ‘see’ how much the small, everday moments are the big moments.
Thank you, thank you. A million times.
~HM Baker
