Sometimes it just takes a hammer at midnight to break down fences.
Our friends abandoned us, until only Annie was left.
Only memories inhabited the halls. Echoes of laughter, song, and weeping could be heard among the ancient oaks.
These are my memories. they are not necessarily correct or accurate, but they are what I have to tell.
Then, SOMEBODY created the word diversity. A bunch of other people of different races and cultures took the word diversity and started TALKING, just talking about the lack of diversity in children's books and in the publishing world, period. THAT TALK has continued to present day, just TALK.