Little girls and boys go hungry. All around the world. Every night. Tween girls and boys are fighting wars that aren't theirs. Wars they don't understand. Grown up women and men are discussing important issues every single chance they get, sometimes with good intentions, sometimes with bad and the vast majority of us? The vast... Continue Reading →
Mommy, I want to be a writer when I grow up.
I want to be a firemen, a policemen, a ballerina, a vet... When you are a child the choices are endless. For me, there was only one choice. I hated books when I was a child, especially at Christmas. On Christmas Eve my brother and I would avoid any packages that would slightly resemble anything... Continue Reading →
A bird loves a fish 