When I Read Good Stories,

I Don't Remember Titles Of Books Or Authors From When I Was Young. I Remember The Title Of Only One Book, Which Was 'the Timber Toes.' I Remember It Was A Family Of Little Wooden People Who Lived In The Woods, And For Some Reason That Stayed With Me.

As Readers Can Probably Tell From My Books, I Love The Outdoors.

In Many Of My Books, I Explore The Ways In Which Grandparents Or Other Older Persons Are Shaped By The Young, And The Young Are Shaped By The Old, In An Evolving Dance.

It Seems To Me That We Can’t Explain All The Truly Awful Things In The World Like War And Murder And Brain Tumors, And We Can’t Fix These Things, So We Look At The Frightening Things That Are Closer To Us And We Magnify Them Until They Burst Open. Inside Is Something That We Can Manage, Something That Isn’t As Awful As It Had A First Seemed. It Is A Relief To Discover That Although There Might Be Axe Murderers And Kidnappers In The World, Most People Seem A Lot Like Us: Sometimes Afraid And Sometimes Brave, Sometimes Cruel And Sometimes Kind.

One Thing I'm Interested In Is What Shapes Us: The People? The Place Where We Live? It's Both Of Those And More. That's What I Keep Coming Back To.