Chapters (91)
- Cover
- Also by Jacqueline Woodson
- Dedication
- Part 1
- Memory like a Movie
- Everybody’s Looking for a Hero
- Day after the Game
- Before the Ever After
- Daniel
- ZJ
- You Love a Thing?
- Who We Are & What We Love
- Ollie
- Rap Song
- Unbelievable
- On My Daddy’s Shoulders
- The First Time, Again
- Tears
- Real Fiction
- Race Day
- Tackle
- Maplewood, 2000
- January 1, 2000
- Like We Used to Do on Fridays
- Deep Water
- Thanks, Bruh
- Two-Hand Touch
- From Outside
- Migraine
- Repetition
- Tests
- The Trees
- Daydreams
- Middle of the Night
- And Then There’s the Morning
- Prayer
- Driving
- Call Me Little Man
- The Whole Truth
- A Different Kind of Sunday
- Waterboy
- Wishes
- Too Many of Them
- Over Breakfast
- Playing Something Pretty
- E String
- How to Write a Song for My Daddy
- Used to Be
- Bird
- When It Feels like the Whole World Is Screaming
- Part 2
- Visit
- Friends
- Pigskin Dreams
- Some Days
- Back Then
- The Broken Thing
- Haiku for Daddy
- Before Tupac and Biggie
- Our Songs
- Skate Park
- New Normal
- Memory like a Song
- Darry Dancing
- The Trail
- Snow Day
- Dream
- Down the Hall from My Room
- A Future with Me in It
- Audition
- Good Days
- Apple from the Tree
- Birthday
- Invite List
- The Party
- After Midnight
- Football
- Everett
- Waiting
- Jazz
- Maplewood Blues Song
- Pigskin Dreams 2
- The Partridge Family
- It’s All Gonna Be Right in the Morning
- Ways to Disappear
- Company
- Music
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- What’s next onyour reading list?
For more than two decades, Nancy Paulsen has been the wonder behind my books. She’s read draft after draft, sent me research articles, pointed out my inconsistencies and repetition, told me what was fabulous about my writing and what “still needed a little work.” When I was bumming about my characters, she came over and made me and my family dinner and talked me through the hard stuff. For anyone who has ever wondered what an editor does—this is it. Well, this is my editor. Maybe other people aren’t so fortunate. I hope every writer gets this lucky one day.
The Trusted Reader-Friends
These are the people with whom you talk about what you’re working on. (You don’t talk to everyone, because if you’re talking about it, how are you writing it?) But sometimes you need to bounce something off some people. Sometimes you show your very new, very fragile writing to them and they go, “This is so exciting.” They read it with all its typos and half thoughts and clichés and they say, “Your writing is so great, just keep going.” They say, “This is going to be amazing.” And so you do keep going—knowing that you’re only at the beginning and that your friends are saying what you need to hear to keep you moving forward. Juliet, Toshi Reagon, Kwame Alexander, Jason Reynolds, Donald Douglas.
The Village
Here is where the peeps behind every book I’ve ever written or dreamed of writing live. They’re the ones who take your kids to dinner and study with them so you can write, gather around you, do their own changing-the-world work, break bread with you, vote with you, recycle with you, and sometimes just sit and talk and laugh with you. The Village is your air, your tribe, your strength. Jackson Leroi, Toshi G., Linda, Jana, Jane, Tayari, Tashawn, Kali, Min Jin, Lanita, Kaija, Ellery, Stephanie, Robyn, Karin . . . and everyone else—you know who you are.
And these are the people who help produce my books year after year—copyeditor Cindy Howle, designers Theresa Evangelista and Marikka Tamura, Sara LaFleur in editorial, and the late, great Wendy Pitts in production.