Tag: letters

  • September 14, 2022

    September 14, 2022

    “He watched the letters appear one by one beneath her hand, and he felt as if each letter were a door pushed open inside of him, a door that led to a lighted room.” Thank you, to everyone engaged in the sacred work of teaching someone to read. Thank you for opening doors that lead…

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  • April 30, 2019

    April 30, 2019

    I’ve been getting a lot of letters about Mercy Watson recently. Last week, an eight-year old named Dylan wrote and told me that he had read “all the Mercy Watson books and all the Deckawoo Drive books and also the new one about Mercy as a piglet.” He closed the letter by saying, “I have…

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  • December 12, 2017

    December 12, 2017

    Last week, the mail packet arrived, and the letters were from all over, but (oddly) every single one of them was about Because of Winn-Dixie. Readers told me about their dogs, their fathers, their mothers and also their gerbils and their fish. One of the letters said, “I don’t know how to say this, but…

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  • October 5, 2017

    October 5, 2017

    I came home from my trip abroad to find lots of letters waiting for me. One letter was from a third grader named Ponsie. Her class read The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane together, out loud. “When I was listening,” Ponsie writes in her letter, “I almost cried. It was so sweet but yet so…

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  • September 14, 2017

    September 14, 2017

    That’s me at three—fascinated by the typewriter keys. That fascination has never waned. “How can little marks on a piece of a paper make me feel that way?” A kid asked me that question at a signing years ago. I didn’t have an answer. I still don’t. All I know is that those letters hold…

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  • January 5, 2017

    January 5, 2017

    Here is a postcard with a picture of Henry that I used to send out to kids who wrote me letters. It’s been a year since Henry died. I think about him every day, miss him every day. Yesterday, on the way to the post office, I thought: oh, all those thousands of postcards of…

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