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I sat down today to write about hope, but the truth is that we live in a fractured and fragile time, and it can be hard to feel hopeful, even with regard to children’s literature. Here, where I sit in Atlanta, Georgia, the state legislature is poised to curtail and...
The author, age eight, in an Easter bonnet, hunting for eggs in her yard. Photo courtesy of Laurel Snyder. We talk a lot lately about representation in children’s literature, about the need for all kids to see themselves in the books they read. And, of course, this has been a...
Third grade was the worst year ever. No, really. My parents split up that year, and my dad moved out. I know that every divorce is different, and I’m told that not all of them are as painful as ours was. I’m glad for that. Ours was brutal. My dad...