adventures in writing and illustrating

Children's Books


There is a pocket in my purple jumper:

it's a magic door.

Mother says I should stop telling lies.

But it's true, although I'm sure I don't know how.  The other end must come out near the ocean, 'cause my hankies always smell like salt and seaweed.  And things I put in my pocket go missing, only to show up inside again sometime later, damp and sandy.  

Mother says I need to learn to take better care of my things.  

This morning a small crab, green as bottle, crawled out.  It hid itself in the potted begonia.

Mother won't be happy.

Published Books:

Sometimes a Shoe is a Shoe

Projects in the works:

This Isn't a Spoon

Hunt for the Maine-icorn

The Baker Rabbit


Daphne's Park

Excerpts, vignettes, odds, and ends:


     “Why are you crying?” asked a voice so close and sudden that Tim jumped straight up into the air in fright.

     “Sorry to startle you,” continued the voice, “I didn't mean to.”  Tim wiped his eyes and looked around.  There, peeping over the edge of a nearby leaf, were a pair of eyes.  Tim took a step forward.

     “Who are you?” he asked.

     “I'm Clarence,” said Clarence, the owner of the voice, and from around the side a the leaf poked a large black face.

     “Oh,” said Tim.  “I'm Tim.”

     “Nice to meet you, Tim,” said Clarence.  He came forward, his large black face was followed by a huge red dome painted with black spots, each one bigger than Tim.

     “Ah...” breathed Tim, “What are you?”

     “I'm a ladybug, of course,” replied Clarence with a laugh.  (Now, you must remember that our Tim is a very tiny spider, and to a very tiny spider, a ladybug seems at least as big as an elephant seems to you.)

Illustration Portfolio:

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