I Think People Who Write For Kids,

I Think About Lenaya And Hugh. Will They Know How Much I've Changed This Year? Will They Have Changed Too? I'll Wait Until Tomorrow To Find Out. And Then It's Possible I Won't Find Out After All. Because Some Changes Happen Deep Down Inside Of You. And The Truth Is, Only You Know About Them. Maybe That's The Way It's Supposed To Be.

It Was A Such A Surprise, Such An Absolute Shocking Surprise To Me To Not Know What You're Doing And To Find Out That This Thing That You Don't Even Know How To Do, That You're Sure You Don't Know How To Do, Speaks To So Many People And Touches So Many People In Some Way.

Ideas Seem To Come From Everywhere - My Life, Everything I See, Hear, And Read, And Most Of All, From My Imagination. I Have A Lot Of Imagination.

In This Age Of Censorship, I Mourn The Loss Of Books That Will Never Be Written, I Mourn The Voices That Will Be Silenced-writers' Voices, Teachers' Voices, Students' Voices-and All Because Of Fear.

My Parents Gave Me That Gift Of "reading Is A Good Thing." I Mean My Mother Was Afraid Of Everything. But She Was Never Afraid That Judy Is Reading.