Who remembers the Henry and Mudge books from childhood? These were some of my personal favorites, along with Amelia Bedelia,
Mike Mulligan and his Steam Shovel, and every Dr. Seuss book ever written. I grew up with these stories ringing in my head, guiding me through life. Some were weird, and they taught me how to laugh. Others were more serious, and they helped shape the basis for right and wrong.
I’ve always wondered if I could write a children’s book, one that could someday make a child happy, or thoughtful, or sleepy. Maybe one day I will. For now, I’ll stick with stories about dying pets, injured birds of prey, and grieving spouses. I’m good at writing those.
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