Last week, late in the afternoon, I was heading into the post office.
I had spent the morning writing and writing and rewriting; and I was very much in my head, thinking about this little story I was working on when I walked past a woman who said, “Are you Kate?”
This woman, it turns out, is an elementary school teacher; the two of us stood outside the post office and talked for a few minutes about kids and reading and writing.
I asked her if she reads aloud to her classes.
“Oh, yes,” she said. “All the time. Every day.”
I shook her hand. I thanked her.
I thanked her for the kid I was—the one who was hungry to be told a story.
And I thanked her for the adult I am—the one who knows that stories read aloud can change lives.

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