I sit at my desk with the children’s letters spread out in front of me. Some of them I keep for a long time. I tack them up in my office and stare at them when I think I’ll never get to the next sentence, or the next paragraph, when I think someone is going to tell me that I’m not a writer after all. The letters give me strength, they make me smile. Here are a few…
Dear Ms. Patriticia Rielly Giff:
…I want to tell you about my self. I love ice cream vanilla to be egsakte. I am trying to find all of your fine work of books.
…How many people have died in your family since you were born? You do not have to talk about it if you do not want to.
Dear Patricia Reilly Giff:
I like your book Dance with Rosie. I am similar like Rosie because I like to dance.
I am a big fane of your work.
Your lovely friend, M.
Dear Mrs. Giff:
I liked the Candy Corn Contest. I would like to
read a nother book bye you. How old are you?
Am I not blessed? And isn’t the spelling wonderful!