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My latest title, CRAWLY SCHOOL FOR BUGS, is off and running/leaping/flying/creeping. Reviews from Kirkus, School Library Journal, Booklist, and Publishers Weekly have all been strong. Although I’m still waiting to see a reader review on Amazon, ratings have listed it at least twice among the top 100 humorous poetry books on the market.
So far kids who have heard me read poems from the book especially like “Our School Nurse,” “Stink Bug Class,” and “Horse Fly Grade Card.” My thanks again to artist Julie Bayless for bringing so much humorous detail to her wonderful pictures. Her bugs wearing backpacks are delightful. Way to go, Julie!
I visited with my sister Jule Egleston last week. She said this was her all-time favorite picture. Mine too. I’m sorry I can’t produce a clearer image for you.
Yesterday my sister died of complications from pancreatic cancer. She endured chemo treatments every other week for a year and a half and somehow kept her faith, courage, and wonderful sense of humor throughout her struggle. Her son Jon was beside her holding her hand when the end came.
When Jule was little, her bedroom was next to mine. I was in college, often up late cramming for an exam. Jule’s room resounded with records: “Yipes! Yipes! I’ve lost my yellow stripes!” “Yeah, yeah, your carrots won’t come up!” played at 97 decibels. I remember being a big brother on a few of those occasions. When I was buying cocoons of exotic moths such as Attacus edwardsii, the gigantic moths would emerge and fly around my room before I got home from classes. When Jule opened my door and went in to watch them in awe, I was once again a big brother.
By the time Jule was seven, Sandy and I were married and left her to finish growing up on her own. Our lives took us in different directions. But wherever she was and whatever she was doing, Jule was always my baby sister.
Now she is gone. It will take a while to adjust to not having a kid sister.
My sweet sister came into this world with twinkling eyes and endearing smile. She will forever be like that in my heart.
When I agreed to visit a primary school in Kirksville, I decided to drive up on Sunday — it’s more than a four hour drive — to be there at 8:00 Monday morning. I wasn’t excited about making the trip, but that’s the way it goes sometimes.
Sandy surprised me by saying she was going with me. She knew there would be little for her to do Monday while I was working, but she went anyway, and the drive was far more enjoyable than I had anticipated.
Yesterday, while I spent the day at Kirksville Primary School giving eight 30-minute talks, Sandy whiled away the hours waiting for me, much of it in the hotel lobby where we’d spent the night. She picked me up after school and we drove back home, arriving at 7:00.
Mates do acts of kindness for mates. I offer this as a great example. Thank you, Sweetheart. I love you.