What was it like...to have someone who knew you would always return and who welcomed you with open arms?

And hope is like love...a ridiculous, wonderful, powerful thing.

The Tale of Despereaux came at the request of Luke, my friend's then-eight-year-old son, who asked, "Write for me the story of an unlikely hero with exceptionally large ears."

Like most hearts, it was complicated, shaded with dark and dappled with light.

There can be a lot of longevity in the repetition of things being told again and again in a variety of ways.

You don't realize what you're going to get, and you can't prepare yourself for it.

Reading might not be the way that the child engages with the world, but it should be something that they all learn how to do, and that they get to have for themselves, as opposed to somebody telling them what to do and how to do it.