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      <image:caption>This story is based a bit on my own life—though I did not have nearly the mathematical gifts I give to Anna, nor a boyfriend as cute as Mike. But I really did live in a place much like Anna’s, and I really did compete in and sometimes win state mathematical contests, and I really did have two sweet little sisters. The part that’s truest to me is Anna’s grief at the loss of her grandmother. My beloved grandmother died while this story was in the formative stages. And the artistic bent I ascribe to Anna’s grandmother actually belongs to my real-life mother.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>The Snows is fiction, but it is based loosely on my husband Barry’s family during the Great Depression, and on my experience at Kent State University in Kent, Ohio, where the shootings occured on campus in 1970. It was a time of political unrest. The town and the events were much as I describe them.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>The pond, the mulch pile, the flowers, and the toads are my own. Every now and then I come across Tad when I’m planting bulbs or dividing lilies. He is so well camouflaged that he always startles me when he hops out of the way. Taylor’s grandmother is also my own. Her real name was Dora, and she was a formative force in my life. The monstrous earth-eating machine, Rumbler, roams around me, giving rise to malls, apartment houses, big box stores, wider roads, and cell towers.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>From the author:Con and Sophie, the brother-sister duo of this story, are dear to my heart. They stand for the countless children in families marginalized by poverty, addiction and generational trauma who are smart, strong, beautiful, loyal, and loving. May we treat them well.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Over the River is fiction, but it is inspired by my dad’s difficulty in finding employment after he returned from military service at the end of World War II. The character Harold Clark is much like my dad, though my dad couldn’t sing a note. The Shannon grandparents are much like my maternal grandparents, and Willa Mae’s trauma of being taken away from people she adored is my story, though I was only a toddler at the time.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Inspiration for The Purple Ribbon came from a trip to visit my parents in southern Illinois, about 400 miles from where I live in Iowa. A few times each year, I’d load up our black lab Sox and off we’d go to visit. Before I returned to Iowa, my dad always looked under the hood of my Toyota. And one time, what did he find? A splendid mouse nest made out of white packing peanuts and Sox’s black hair. And it was empty. Had the mice been in the nest when we left Iowa? Had the babies been on the nest, but not Mama? If they had been separated, how would they find their way back together?</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>The inspiration for 27 Magic Words comes from the people in my life: husband, parents, sisters, grandparents, aunts, and uncles. I also believe in environmental responsibility and social justice. And the magic of imagination. And friendship. And the power of words. And absolutely most of all: love.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>From the author: Like the Lovells in this story, I grew up on a road where every farmhouse belonged to a Hawkins. While that hasn’t been true for many years, my great-grandparents’ home, the hub of this once all-family enclave, still houses the fifth generation.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>From the author:Con and Sophie, the brother-sister duo of this story, are dear to my heart. They stand for the countless children in families marginalized by addiction and generational trauma who are smart, strong, beautiful, loyal, and loving. May we treat them well.</image:caption>
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