There are honors for writers, and then there are honors.
Over the weekend I stopped by my post office box (which I sometimes forget to do, so please be patient with me if you’ve written me a letter and haven’t received a reply just yet!). Waiting for me inside was this:
It’s a book, written by a group of sixth grade girls whose mother-daughter book club I Skyped with last summer. They had it printed and bound, with an elegant touch of gold leaf and everything. Isn’t it beautiful? But wait — it gets better. I opened their book and found this inside:
THANK YOU, girls! (And by the way, your story ROCKS!)