Writing to me is an expression of self, a call to communicate, to send a message out there, to throw a pebble in the pond and watch the...

My mom was a practical woman. When we moved to our new house in 1954, she insisted on a Maytag washer and dryer, which were gas. They...

Many people ask me why I write for children. I used to say it was because I never grew up. But over the years, I have changed my mind. I...

A tree to me is Nature’s Department Store. There you can find just about anything you need: Atmospheric balance between oxygen and carbon...

I am the world’s worst when it comes to remembering people’s names, but I can rattle off birthdays and other important dates like a...