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When I was little, one of the first things that I learned to do with my hands was fold flowers out of paper. At first, it was because there was nothing left for me to learn in the ESL class that I was in. 298 more words

Around this time last year, I was saying goodbye to a very important person to me. Someone that was family to me, and someone that I thought I couldn’t be without. 388 more words

Barry is tough and masterful and enthusiastic. And he loves books. He visited the shop with an urgent list.

He remembers reading Storm Boy in three days and he told me how he loved that fucking pelican so much that when he read that book to his own kids he cried for the second time. 263 more words

Five years after his death, acclaimed children’s book author Maurice Sendak is giving readers another gift: a new book, discovered in his home and set for release next year. 564 more words

I’ve been thinking a lot about story touchstones this year, starting with my post from a few months ago on Sapsorrow’s Dress. As well as exploring some more of my own imaginative touchstones, I decided to ask a bunch of other writers about theirs. 702 more words

I figured, how appropriate for my first blog post to be about my son’s first birthday. There have been so many firsts this year! Here we go! 483 more words

Every Friday I will be talking about some of my old favourites, and this harps back to before I could even read.

Where the Wild things are was originally published in 1963 by American illustrator Maurice Sendak. 417 more words