When so many tragic stories are covered daily in the news and across social media, it can be overwhelming. Conversation about these difficult topics can lead to arguments, causing serious rifts in families, between friends and across communities. How can anyone cope and feel any sense of positive possibility when being bombarded by such information?

The end of January where I live in Canada has broken out of the harsh grips of winter to an unexpectedly warm and kind spring. It seems only fitting, then, that I should introduce Mary Oliver for this book review. Mary Oliver is one of my favourite writers that I count myself fortunate enough to have come across. Her writing is whimsical, calming, nurturing, and above all else -- simple.

The glass glitched, as if an old television were shutting off, and then, in the mirror, there was a city block layered and merged with Nevaeh’s bedroom. Nevaeh was stunned speechless until she saw a young girl, perhaps the same age, hiding behind a battle-tested brick building.