Jacqueline Woodson
Jacqueline Woodson
Jacqueline Woodsonis an American writer of books for children and adolescents. She is best known for Miracle's Boys, which won the Coretta Scott King Award in 2001, and her Newbery Honor-winning titles Brown Girl Dreaming, After Tupac & D Foster, Feathers, and Show Way...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth12 February 1963
CountryUnited States of America
understanding
In all your getting, get understanding.
pain color racism
Racism doesn't know color, death doesn't know age, and pain doesn't know might.
summer dream memories
I wouldn't mind the early autumn if you came home today I'd tell you how much I miss you and know I'd be okay. It's funny how we never know exactly how our life will go It's funny how a dream can fade with the break of day. Time can't erase the memory and time can't bring you home Last Summer was a part of me and now a part is gone. —Margaret
fifteen sixteen
Fifteen. Sixteen was probably something, but fifteen - fifteen was a place between here and nowhere.
mean listening mama
Mama says it's okay to be on the quiet side—if quiet means you're listening, watching, taking it all in.
moving long ready
Time comes to us softly, slowly. It sits beside us for a while. Then, long before we are ready, it moves on.
wall tears want
You have those walls up all around you...Come a day you gonna want to tear them down brick by brick and gonna find that the cement is all hard. What you gonna do then?
feelings together wish
Lately, I'd been feeling like I was standing outside watching everything and everybody. Wishing I could take the part of me that was over there and the part of me that was over here and push them together—make myself into one whole person like everybody else.
optimistic thinking without-hope
I couldnt be a writer without hope. I think I became a writer because Im pretty optimistic.
writing knowing feelings
Sometimes, I don't know that words for things, how to write down the feeling of knowing that every dying person leaves something behind.
trying spinning world
I feel like the world stopped. And I got off...and then it started spinning again, but too fast for me to hop back on. I feel like I'm still trying to get a...to get some kind of foothold on living
happens seems
Seems like every time life starts straightening itself out, something's gotta go and happen.
swings long forever
The empty swing set reminds us of this-- that bad won't be bad forever, and what is good can sometimes last a long, long time.
moving blue white
Nothing in the world is like this- a bright white page with pale blue lines. The smell of a newly sharpened pencil the soft hush of it moving finally one day into letters.