At one time, most of my friends could hear the bell, but as years passed, it fell silent for all of them. Even Sarah found one Christmas that she could no longer hear its sweet sound. Though I've grown old, the bell still rings for me, as it does for all who truly believe.

The opportunity to create a small world between two pieces of cardboard, where time exists yet stands still, where people talk and I tell them what to say, is exciting and rewarding.

If you don't know where you're going, stop racing to get there. -- from Just Desert by M. T. Anderson

I don't think ordinary things are very interesting, so I try to imagine a world that is less ordinary.

Though I’ve grown old, the bell still rings for me as it does for all who truly believe.

There was a great deal of peer recognition to be gained in elementary school by being able to draw well. One girl could draw horses so well, she was looked upon as a kind of sorceress.

I write for what's left of the eight-year-old still rattling around inside my head