Growing up, my home life was different from that of my classmates, creating reluctance on my part to make friends. Because I needed to care for my younger brother during the day while my parents were working, my world was a bit smaller than most kids my age. I filled those home-bound hours with tons of books, drawing, television, music and making things. It was a rather lonely time in my life, but one that I now cherish for its part in shaping my creative path. I think of those young years fondly, and with tenderness for the child I was. In small ways my stories for children speak to that young version of myself, and to children everywhere who have yet to discover their special gifts.