I have a love affair with libraries. Growing up in a small New Hampshire town,
our library was more artifact than lending institution, but I liked it anyway.
It shared the property line
One night, years ago, I was so excited over the books I would someday read I
couldn’t sleep. As a child, the happiest moment of my week was driving home from
the
No place in this country has ever fitted itself more perfectly to the geography
of my imagination than Kentucky. Here, wind-in-the-willows nights radiate mind
and body with an overwhelming sense of homesickness, with
In the 1960s, child psychologist Robert Coles treated Ruby Bridges, a
six-year-old black girl integrating a white elementary school in New Orleans.
Coles would hate my use of the word “treated.” Rather, he
Like many Canadian girls, I grew up on Anne of Green Gables. My sister and I
watched the movies so often we’d recite scenes in our bedroom at night. The
“fishing for
