My name is Cici Drzik, a late-diagnosed neurodivergent with a degree in theater and seventeen years experience working with small children—most recently as a behavioral therapist to autistic preschoolers.

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I keep an altar in my home, and there, among the sacred this and that, sits my first library card—issued when I was six. I can remember very clearly the reverence that I felt when they put it in my hand. Books–I understood–were magic, and that little bit of card stock made my relationship to them official. 

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As an adult, I've had the privilege of watching that magic unfold itself in the daily lives of countless children, and have here attempted to weave a little of my own. 

 

Thank you for having a look.

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