Just catching up on posting now because life-ing has been getting in the way.
Last installment of our New York diaries, we were on our way to Hudson for my reading at The Spotty Dog and to see my bestest oldest girlfriend and her ridiculously adorable family (that’s me and Jules and her latest bun in the oven).
Julie and I spent many an adolescent afternoon rolling our eyes at the antics of her younger sister Hollie, who was sulking in the next room over. Here we all are, a mere 20-odd years later.
And here are our sons. There’s something so poignant and cyclical about it. Don’t make me get all Lion King on you and start singing…
I was privileged to finally set eyes on a galley copy of Julie’s upcoming children’s book, And Then It’s Spring– out in February from Roaring Brook Press. It’s perfectly illustrated by Erin Stead, whom you may know from A Sick Day for Amos McGee.
This book- it’s special. It brought tears to my eyes the first time I ever saw the text of it (which was in an email from Julie a couple of years ago) and I got all blubbery again when I saw it paired with Erin’s delicate, pitch-perfect illustrations.
Julie has been writing me stories since the seventh grade. Those tended to involve things like us both running off together with Joey Ramone, so her subject matter is slightly different now. But her wild inventiveness and sensitivity are the same as they’ve always been.
I can’t wait for the world to meet Julie and her work. You’re going to love her.