At Little Flower, I found ...

First among the privileges of attending writing festivals is this: the young people you meet. Just look at those Little Flower Catholic High School girls. Look at those faces, that youth, those smiles, that Sister-Kimberly-Miller-inspired love for books. These students made the enormously successful first Little Flower Teen Writing Festival a few brief Saturdays ago. They (along with all the hard work of Sister Kim and Kate Walton) were the reason we were there.

But the twenty writers who gathered for this event also had the chance to talk with, and support, one another. That, too, is excellent stuff. That, too, makes a weekend.

Today I'd like to share a few opening lines from two of the new books that I brought home, to entice you to go out and find these books for yourselves.

First, from Jennifer Hubbard, author of Try Not to Breathe and The Secret Years, comes her new story, Until It Hurts to Stop, about a teen trying to overcome a legacy of brutal bullying, a teen trying to believe in her own worth. (It's also about hiking, about which Jenn knows a whole lot.)

That story begins like this:

My friend Nick reaches across the cafeteria table and drops a knife into my hand. "Happy birthday, Maggie."

I turn the knife over in my hand. I have always wanted one of these. I've borrowed Nick's often enough, out on the trails.

I know I should hide it. It's a Swiss army knife, not a weapon, but our school gets hysterical over nail clippers. They'd probably confiscate it and put me on some list of budding terrorists.

Even so, I can't resist stroking the smooth metal and snapping open the different tools: the nail file, the screwdriver, the tiny scissors. Best of all, I love the tiny scissors....

Second, from Elizabeth LaBan, a story inspired by an assignment the author herself was given as a teen—to write something called a "tragedy paper." LaBan's novel (The Tragedy Paper) is told in two voices—that of an albino boy who leaves a record of his last semester in a boarding school behind, and that of the boy who discovers and ponders the tale.

That story begins like this:

As Duncan walked through the stone archway leading into the senior dorm, he had two things on his mind: what 'treasure' had been left behind for him and his Tragedy paper. Well, maybe three things: he was also worried about which room he was going to get.

If it wasn't for the middle item, though, he tried to convince himself, he would be almost one hundred percent happy. Almost. But that paper—the Irving School's equivalent of a thesis project—was sucking at least thirty percent of his happiness away, which was a shame on such an important day. Basically, he was going to spend a good portion of the next three months trying to define a tragedy in the literary sense, like what made King Lear a tragedy? Who cared? He could do that right now—a tragedy was when something bad happened. Bad things happened all the time. But the senior English teacher, Mr. Simon—who just happened to be the adult overseer of his hall this year—cared. He cared a lot, and he loved to throw around words like magnitude and hubris....

Of course, no matter how many books I own, I'm always wishing I had room and time for more. But here, for this rainy day, are the start of tales from my big reading pile.

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Little Flower Teen Writing Festival: what a day it was

Two friends meet for lunch and say, What if? What if we have a writing festival for the girls of Little Flower Catholic High? What if we invite 20 authors, offer the girls a chance to learn and workshop , have Kate Walton give the keynote, invite Children's Book World to sell books, and (simply, but never simply) bring this whole publishing thing back to where it belongs: readers connecting with writers connecting with readers.

Book joy.

This, above, is the day that was at the Little Flower Teen Writing Festival. Kate Walton giving the keynote and thanking the tremendous Sister Kim (whose vision this was). Girls in the gym cradling newly bought books as if they were gemstones. The uber talented and radiantly positive girls of my two workshops; some of the props that got us writing; Judy Schachner and me; campus blossoms.

I began this day writing this poem for the girls as they adopt Going Over as a summer read. I spent the rest of it smiling. This, my friends, is what writing is about. Creating stories for, and spending time with, readers who have been given a love for books by a teacher whose heart is huge.

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The GOING OVER poem for Sister Kim and the girls of Little Flower Catholic High School

In just a few hours, I will at long last meet the girls of Little Flower Catholic High School. These girls who are led by the endearing, catalytic, life-changing Sister Kim.  These girls who read Undercover and House of Dance with such love in their hearts. These girls with whom I will sit and write a little memoir, sit and talk a little Berlin, sit and then maybe stand and dance.

This summer, the girls will be reading Going Over and writing a poem somehow evoked or provoked by this story about love on either side of the Berlin Wall 1983.

This morning, I give this poem to them:
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I Wanted  

I wanted you near I wanted 

you now I wanted you

loving like I live

loving, which is to say:

the quince that crawls along the stone,

the glass that shatters sun,

the rupture calm of the hymn I found

just yesterday,

waiting on you.

We play our music like freedom here.

We leave our hearts close to our skin.

We say that we are to whatever color we choose

which is to say: neon lavender lime

the silver of smoke

the yellow of the star in the eye of the scope,

the pink of my hair.

Choose.

Live what love is.

Love the color you are.

Good morning, Sister Kim, Kate Walton, my fellow authors, and all the Little Flowers. This poem is for you. And here, thanks to kind Serena Agusto-Cox, is another poem, written on another day, about the lit-up glass of others' stories.

The world, my girls, is your oyster.

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Celebrating Sister Kim, the force (with K.M. Walton) behind the Teen Writing Festival at Little Flower High School

Sister Kim believes in authors. Boy, does she ever. She believes in them, supports them, spreads the word to her students, and now her students are gigantic believers and supporters, too.

In April, Little Flower Catholic High School, Sister Kim's home, will be throwing a huge teen festival, featuring 20 area authors. K. M. Walton helped turn the idea into a reality. We authors are pretty pumped. And today the Philadelphia Daily News is helping to tell the story, with this fantastic article by Dan Geringer.

Since I'm cited in the story as one who enthusiastically blogs about these students, I feel a responsibility to prove that this is true. Check this out, then. And smile all day.

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Little Flower High School is having a HUGE Teen Writers' Festival—and here's a commercial to prove it.....

Post by Little Flower Teen Writers Festival.

Have you been wondering who this life force named Sister Kim is? The one who assigned Undercover and House of Dance to her students? The one whose girls sent me gorgeous thank you letters?

Here's a quick look at our forever faithful Sister and her students, as they prepare for the upcoming Little Flower Writers Festival that will soon have the world talking. The wonderful writer K.M. Walton is playing a very big role in the making of this event as well.

Gotta love this.

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