Fish In A Tree

by Lynda Mullaly Hunt

I should be used to this, but it still takes a piece out of me every time.

I decide that the craziest, strangest, most unbelievable thing I could ever draw is me doing something right.

Even I’m tired of me.

in a world where nothing makes sense made perfect sense to me.

I want to give him an answer, but I have both too many words and not enough.

He comes over and does something a teacher has never done even once in my whole life. He high-fives me.

‘Everyone is smart in different ways. But if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a

tree, it will spend its whole life thinking that it’s stupid.’”

be careful with eggs and words, because neither can ever be fixed. The older I get, the more I realize how smart my grandpa was.