Publisher marks the arrival of her last single-digit birthday—WHAT?!?
The publisher is nine. Spare a thought for her parents, who have enjoyed this very long last year with her and are deeply conflicted about her nineness. I really did think she’d be eight forever. It took me a while to get her customary to-scale portrait to capture the tween energy that suffuses every cell of her being, but I did okay. We will be okay. Happy birthday, little bagel.
Tired publisher asks staff to chat amongst themselves in living room for a few
I remember feeling this way when I was a little kid—the quiet clamor from down the hallway of grownups gossiping and laughing. Just knowing they were there and awake and alive.