I feel like a midwife. Bruce Allen’s labor of love was born in fits and starts, with many years of encouragement. I believed in Bruce. I kept asking how the writing was coming. We were at a National Association for Gifted Children (NAGC) meeting when Bruce finally handed me the manila envelope with his Pearl. I am often asked to review other people’s writing, but I read very slowly with an editor’s eye, so it is not something I relish. It took awhile before I picked up the envelope. I was stunned. Its contents filled my senses with delight. And when I finished, I kept saying over and over again, “I had no idea.” “I had no idea.”