It's hard to believe, but this week marks one year since I began working in New York City. Over the past year I've become increasingly familiar with some wonderful "academic" blogs, including Krista Kennedy's Thinkery, which features some excellent photography.
That includes photos from Kennedy's trip to Pepin, Wisconsin--the birthplace of an author whose entire oeuvre I read voraciously when I was in elementary school: Laura Ingalls Wilder.
As I recall from this biography, which I devoured back in fifth grade (and which I cited at the time as evidence in an argument with my then-best friend over "truth" vs. "fiction" in the Little House books--yes, even at 10 I was prone to writing-related arguments!), Laura Ingalls was born in that Little House in the Big Woods on February 7, 1867. So here's to a writer who will always linger in the reading memories of this practicing writer, and, I know (from Thinkery and from a conversation with a writer friend last week at AWP, for just two examples), in others'.