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And you wait, are awaiting the one thingthat will infinitely increase your life;the powerful, the uncommon,the awakening of stones,depths turned toward you.Dimly there gleam in the bookcasethe volumes in gold and brown;and you think of lands journeyed through,of pictures, of the apparelof women lost again.And you know at once: That...
Hey Everybody. I want to thank the committee for choosing Brown Girl Dreaming as a Boston Globe–Horn Book honor book. It wasn’t an easy book to write — I know no book is easy — but Brown Girl Dreaming took me on a writing journey like no other. And while...
It is Friday afternoon and I’m sitting in a restaurant in Vancouver, B.C. In an hour, I will give my final talk of a two-day visit. In these two days, I’ve visited a number of schools in Vancouver — both independent and public. As I stood in front of each...
Once upon a time, I was a girl who wanted to write. I wanted to tell stories. I wanted to watch letters shape themselves into words on the page. I wanted to understand words and how and why they have impact. I wanted to communicate, to not be silent. I...
Photo: Marty UmansWe speak a different language in my grandmother’s house. When the family is alone together or with close friends, our language flows into a southern dialect essenced with my younger brother’s (and sometimes my own) hip-hop of-the-moment idioms — what was once good became fresh and is now...