wordswimmer

How Aunt Sylvia loved books!  They filled her house, and on my visits I'd find them scattered  on every available surface.  Bookshelves,...

When we were young boys, my brother and I swam in the surf off Montauk Point. We spent hours leaning into the strong waves, ducking under as...

The souls of the people we love rush toward us like waves during their life-time. They touch our lives with magic for a brief moment, embrac...

In her Newbery Honor picture book, Show Way , Jacqueline Woodson draws a long, bright thread through history that radiates her deep and abid...

A thin, painfully shy, twelve year-old boy huddles for warmth in the salt-sprayed prow of a steamship making its way across the Atlantic. Hi...