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Standing in the Need of Prayer: Carole Boston Weatherford's 2023 BGHB Picture Book Honor Speech

It’s me, it’s me, O Lord, Standing in the need of prayer. It’s me, it’s me, O Lord, Standing in the need of prayer. It’s me, Carole Boston Weatherford, glowing with gratitude: to the ancestors for creating this powerful spiritual, to editor Sonali Fry for challenging me to make the...

2022 CSK Author Award Acceptance by Carole Boston Weatherford

I am grateful to the Coretta Scott King Book Awards Jury and for the support of Lerner Publishing Group and Carolrhoda Books, my editor Carol Hinz, art director Danielle Carnito, my agent Rubin Pfeffer, and my publicists Lindsay Matvick and Vanesse Lloyd-Sgambati. Most of all, I am blessed that I...

Unspeakable: Carole Boston Weatherford's 2021 BGHB Nonfiction Honor Speech

Gratitude overflows for those who inspired and encouraged me to tackle this tough topic. The late Tom ­Feelings, a pioneering illustrator, planted the seed when he showed me drawings for a still-unpublished work-in-progress about lynching. More than a decade later, my mother passed down family lore about a relative who...

More Than a Footnote: Challenges for BIPOC Nonfiction Authors

For as long as I can remember, I have had three loves: jazz, poetry, and history. Those passions merged in my 2000 nonfiction title The Sound That Jazz Makes — a manuscript that was rejected more than a dozen times. The book’s first review was so negative that I cried....

BGHB at 50: The Adventures of Sparrowboy

In celebration of the fiftieth anniversary of the Boston Globe–Horn Book Awards, established in 1967, we will be publishing a series of appreciations of BGHB winners and honorees from the past. This is the fourth in the series to be published in The Horn Book Magazine (see Gregory Maguire on...

Voice of Freedom: Author Carole Boston Weatherford's 2016 BGHB NF Honor Speech

I could not have written these poems without the ancestors. I call on them again and again, and their spirits continue to speak to and through me.This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.That African American spiritual was Fannie Lou...

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