One of the consequences of being an immigrant kid is missing out on some staples of an American childhood. My classmates would head off to something called "Girl Scouts," for example, and I had no clue what they were experiencing—until I read about the organization in a library book, of course. In fact, I acquired most of my cultural knowledge and fluency in Americana via my library card, but even books couldn't completely erase that left-out feeling. Maybe that's why I'm so thrilled to be featured as a Storyteller this month over at their Studio (in excellent company, by the way—browse the list of other authors). Thanks, Girl Scouts of the USA!