However they came to me, I’m eternally grateful for these books for they gave me the inspiration for my sense of daring—”chivalry”—that has stood me in good stead my whole life.
Weaving the Threads of Historical Fiction: Ingenuity, Research, Integrity
Margaret could watch, she could listen, and she could learn—and I learned along with her through research, thought, and writing and rewriting her story.
What’s the Matter With “The Runaway Bunny”?
My mother didn’t favor books written for children since she believed we could all absorb adult literature at an early age and be the better for it—and I think she was probably right.
How to Be a Goop
Many of the actions described in today’s news could have been carried out by Goops.
New Car
Over the weeks, my anger grew at the thought that such an inconvenience—a turn signal that wouldn’t stop—was somehow considered an improvement.
Mister Jackson
Is there any reason to hope that we humans can also “abandon our usual strategies and learn something new and unexpected?”
The Last Rose of Summer
These sisters, my father remembered, always sang and accompanied themselves on the piano at this time of year in a duet to the dying of summer, called “The Last Rose of Summer”
Mr. Toad
Sitting long hours in the classroom arouses in me the restlessness that was the bane, or perhaps the blessing of my childhood: when will I be let out? Eventually the discussion catches my attention, but first there is the longing for the open road that I first encountered, in fiction, in Kenneth Grahame’s delicious The Wind in the Willows.