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by Virginia HamiltonRememory is a "reword" out of my past. It is not poetic license but a volunteer, like a self-sown seed come forth unbidden. A given. I was fourteen, and I met a dashing fellow who told me he wasn't much on names, but he had a perfect rememory...
by Paula FoxOne morning, years ago when I was young, I was walking along the sea at a place called South Beach on an island off the coast of Massachusetts. At the edge of the waves, drying in the sunlight, was a small sealed bottle. Inside it I could see...
I walk through woods to the shore of an island off the coast of Maine. Poems are in my head and in the notebook I carry. You would think, to see me, that I am walking alone, but I feel that poets are with me. They listen, encourage, and respond...
by Phyllis J. Fogelman"A natural writer" is an overused expression I don't particularly like, but in speaking of Mildred Taylor it seems absolutely appropriate. Mildred's words flow smoothly, effortlessly, it seems, and they abound in richness, harmony, and rhythm. Her stories unfold in a full, leisurely way, well suited to...
The Dillons in 1976. Photograph by Terry Langendeon.Diane Dillonby Leo DillonDIANE DILLON is one of the finest artists I've ever known, and I realized it even before I met her. I was at Parsons School of Design in New York City when one day I noticed a painting hanging on...
by Phyllis J. FogelmanDIANE AND LEO DILLON were born just eleven days apart in the month of March and both recall loving to draw for as long as they can remember. Although there are other similarities in their backgrounds, there are also great differences.Leo was born and brought up in...
Winchester, Mass 0189010th May 1976Dear Ethel,I was in Margaret’s office when your letter and photocopy of the Newbery speech arrived, so carried them off.If you were afraid you might be sounding persnickety just wait till you read me!I am starting on the assumption that since this is a reprint of...
by Jane LangtonWhy does Virginia Hamilton perch M. C. Higgins on a swaying pole forty feet high? Why, why? Why is there a secret model of the solar system in The Planet of Junior Brown (Macmillan)? Are they images for the vastness of all-surrounding reality? Do they work? Do they help? Or...
by Augusta Baker Photo: Mimi Forsyth.The Slave Dancer is Paula Fox's first historical novel, though she has written fourteen books, eleven for children and three for adults. The novel is set in 1840 but its vividness reaches beyond the past — beyond the horror, the cruelty, and the ugliness of...