The Short & Sweet Version
K. L. B. Barsotti is a writer and artist based in downtown Kansas City, Missouri, in one of the city's oldest urban neighborhoods. Ms. Barsotti is a member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators.
Sort of What Happened With Many Bits Left Out
Mom: "Kate, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
Me, at most any age: "An artist."
"That's a hobby. You can't make money doing that."
Me, in the throes of a panic attack, left eye twitching: "Oh. Um. I guess I'll be a writer." (I said "lawyer," once, for about a month, and "librarian" until my great aunt scoffed and said I may as well be a police officer. She was a card, Aunt Maude was.)
I was born in California, spent a few years in South Carolina, then ended up in the Kansas City area, where I now reside downtown, in a community with a past, present, and future tied to immigrants and outcasts, African Americans, Italians, Irish, Poles, Russian Jews, yuppies, homeless individuals, and an alarming number of artists and eccentrics. It's like a layer cake, each layer separate and touching the other. One long-time resident describe each block as a "separate world."
Perhaps each home is. And each mind.
Every move we made during my childhood carved its mark. I wonder about the places, friends, and mysteries left behind. I carry a sense of lost territory, especially for the forbidden woods behind our Clemson house and my initial stomping grounds in Kansas, where we first lived in a simpler, less affluent neighborhood then upgraded to a richer area for the schools. It never felt right there, a new suburb next to soybean fields, planned modernity gobbling up the countryside. The land beneath our feet was Indian land, their names remember by streets.
People had money and opportunity, but they had secrets, too.
My favorite book in all the world is Wigger, the only children's book written by William Goldman, who wrote The Princess Bride and many other works. It breaks all the "rules" of narrative we are taught today. Illustrated by the supremely gifted Errol LeCain, Wigger is the world I can disappear into as I did in childhood, forgetting myself, forgetting reality, sunk into the story of a girl dying of grief due to the loss of her sarcastic and worn pink blanket. People say the blanket is the main character, and it's probably true, but I think love may be the protagonist. It's hilarious when you aren't weeping.