About the Book: Freckles: A Child’s Life

Freckles can be fickle.... you either love them or you hate them. As a child, I loathed my freckles because I was teased mercilessly about them. “Turkey Egg,” the boys called me. “Turkey Egg!” I was in despair.

In this story, freckles become a metaphor for what we are born into, and how we choose to cope with difficult circumstances.

This story speaks to not only my specific experiences in a certain time and place, but to every girl’s experience in her struggle through adolescence into self understanding.

“This is a winsome story of a girl’s childhood amid hardships during the Great Depression and World War II. Ardith had carrot-red hair, and freckles spattered her face, arms and legs. The boys all called her “Turkey Egg,” making her despise her freckles. Her old grandmother, Nan, had the same freckled hands and face. She told Ardith this expression: A face without freckles is like a sky without stars. Then the idea came to Ardith that if she could develop as kind and helpful a personality as her Nan had, she’d be a real winner.”

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