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My eleven-year-old grandson came home from his last day of school in June proudly waving a certificate that his fifth grade teacher had awarded him. On the certificate, in bold letters, were the words, “MOST LIKELY TO SAVE THE WORLD.” He believed those words…

Fiction. It’s that comfortable place where characters, plot and settings are all figments of the author’s imagination. That safe, manufactured place where anything goes – right? Wrong…

Books are important. For those of us fortunate enough to have had them in our homes when we were small; to have had someone who was not only willing but eager to read those books to us, we were given a life-defining gift that opened new worlds with each turn of a page…

As you may have realized by now, I am partial to forget-me-not flowers. They have a way of showing up in my writing, of appearing in projects I have done with kids and finding their way into flower beds. They are a symbol of the histories that beg for recognition on the pages of books. And for me, they are also a symbol of childhood…