It must be true that the older you get, the more vivid the childhood memories. At this time of year, I can easily recapture all my younger feelings and experiences of summer. Can anything equal that delirious thrill of exploding out of the school building doors on that last day of school? Behind were the confines…
For young families, this is the month that most rivals, possibly surpasses, December in busyness. I confess that at the peak of my parenting years, I even dreaded it, the bursting of spring into full and luxuriant bloom was lost to sight when faced with the daunting number of commitments on the calendar. The season…
What’s in a Poem? 

I held a poem in my hands today. His name is Jonah and he is the living and breathing, exquisite and precious, firstborn son of my firstborn daughter. He is a poem because he was formed in mystery and has appeared, living and breathing in time and space, at once a…
For years my daughter and I have been working diligently to see that children’s literature, and increasingly and more urgently, that reading itself does not disappear from the life of a child. Here is one way to accomplish this. I am old enough to remember having many friends who did not have television in their home yet, old…
“The old has passed away and, behold, He has made all things new.”
 January is upon us and offers us the gift of a brand new year, a fresh start, a chance to begin again. Rather than fill us with hope and promise, however, I’m afraid sometimes we actually feel disheartened at the thought of…
I’m grateful to introduce Liz Cottrill to the Story Warren family. I met Liz through a mutual book-loving, book-selling friend. I was on the hunt for a living book about Rembrandt, and Liz was helping my friend run her bookstore for the day. Not only was I introduced to what has become one of our…
