[On writing her first poem at age eight:] An ode to my dead mother and father, who were both alive and pretty pissed off.
Judith ViorstI had it together on Sunday. By Monday at noon it had cracked. On Tuesday debris Was descending on me. And by Wednesday no part was intact. On Thursday I picked up some pieces. On Friday I picked up the rest. By Saturday, late, It was almost set straight. And on Sunday the world was impressed With how well I had got it together.
Judith ViorstMid-grade readers don't have short attention spans, they just have low boredom tolerance.
Judith ViorstJust as children, step by step, must separate from their parents, we will have to separate from them. And we will probably suffer...from some degree of separation anxiety: because separation ends sweet symbiosis. Because separation reduces our power and control. Because separation makes us feel less needed, less important. And because separation exposes our children to danger.
Judith Viorst