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I’ve been marinating in childhood memories this past year as I worked to complete my upcoming memoir, Ordinary Hazards. Among the memories there were, as you might imagine, many moments that marked my path as a writer: my first poetry reading at Countee Cullen Library in Harlem, receiving my first...
There is no sure-fire, never-fail road map for research. There certainly is no GPS with a reassuring British voice guiding you when you make a wrong turn (“recalculating…”). Research takes you into unexplored, wild, rocky terrain, and each book teaches you how to research that book. Sure, there are techniques...
I love chocolate. I love fruit. But I prefer to enjoy them separately. If, on the off chance, I do bite into a clever combination of the two, it is generally after I’ve been given some kind of heads-up — perhaps one as simple as the label on the inside...
Her father’s well-remembered voice came to save her. “When you’re sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It’s always better underneath the open sky.” — Eva Ibbotson, A Countess Below Stairs I am writing about Eva in my back garden. A bowlegged wasp is exploring the pages of my notebook, and...
The Brownie has had our house all to himself for ever so long, for Wendy and I have been away. We went to a lovely place down by the sea where we learned to swim, and now if you come to see us you’ll find that we’re not the children...
Scene: Sitting-room of Alice-Heidi’s House Alice-Heidi: (enters from hall) O dear! O dear! That child Wendy has left all the scrapbooks all over the floor! She is a nice child to have around, but I do wish she would remember to pick up the things she plays with. Wendy! Wendy!...
One day, just about Christmas time, I saw a new “Peter Rabbit” greeting card. It was Peter Rabbit himself, probably, and one of the Flopsy bunnies under a big green umbrella returning from the post office. It was snowing hard but they were tucked quite cosily under their umbrella and...
It was just a year ago that I was so excited over my new house, but last year’s excitement was nothing compared to the adventure I have had this year. You would never be able to guess about it, so I shall have to tell you. It happened on Hallowe’en...
This being a visitor’s number, I think it only right and proper that something should be said about my visitors. I have a great many, but I am going to tell you about just two or three of them. First of all, there are two small boys. They have light...
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