Moon, Have You Met My Mother?

There was a thread on Twitter about Karla Kuskin recently. That made me feel a bit nostalgic. I consider myself very fortunate to have met her and chatted with her. 

Here are a few pages from her big collection of poems. It was incredible to be picked as the illustrator.

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Googling my name (I promise: I only do that a few times a day), I came upon this:

Sergio Ruzzier's deceptively mediocre livelihood drawings are a win enhance to these child-centered poems; I can't affirm of a improved approach to found a bairn to the pleasures of patter. Considering Kuskin writes, what separates each lone of us from unexpurgated the cattle again bugs and birds? In toto they presuppose feathers, fur further wings but we postulate words, besides words, also words?

What can I say? I'm flattered!

Ice

Some liquid refreshment from Karla Kuskin's Moon, Have You Met My Mother?

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