At least Em, long-suffering as she was, tried to give the child a bit of her heart, which - after all those years of living with Henry on that old gray farm in the middle of the gray prairie - was as...
As Mama once told me, We called him Boy for the first two months of his life, but when his third-month birthday came around and we saw that sweet smile—especially when you were close to him, reaching...
As I thought about endings and – being a lover of fairy tales – I knew immediately that the deeply rooted last line in folk stories, ‘And they lived happily ever after’, is the core of what we think w...
A man whose axe was missing suspected his neighbor’s son. The boy walked like a thief, looked like a thief, and spoke like a thief. But the man found his axe while he was digging in the valley, and th...
1. Write every day2. Write what interests you.3. Write for the child inside of you. (Or the adult, if you are writing adult books.)4. Write with honest emotion5. Be careful of being facile6. Be wary o...
You see, my dear ice witch, I have had the love of from all over the world because of my stories. A child's love is the perfect love, for it is given with a whole heart. That love will outlast me a h...
One day Ilka told me they were moving to America. Her papa, who was a professor, had found work there. Is it far away? I asked. America? We hadn’t studied geography yet. Over the ocean, she said. I’d...
No one sees her of course. She doesn’t exist unless you count bad dreams. Yet still she flies,
Laughter in the face of certain death? It is the very definition of the Hero, said the White Queen. The Jabberwock knew it and therefore could no longer move against you.