If the next car passed is blue, Violet will be okay, she thought. If it's red, A will do something horrible to her. She heard a growl of an engine and shut her eyes, afraid to see what the future might hold. She'd never cared so much about anything in her life. Just as the car was passing, she opened her eyes and saw a Mercedes hood ornament. She let out a long sigh, tears coming to her eyes once more. The car was blue.

How could any of us truly appreciate our lives if we had nothing else to compare them to?

Stick with me, kids. It's about to get so good... -A

Catch me if you can -A

For me, writing for younger audiences and writing for adults uses two different halves of my brain.

Sometimes, I don't notice I'm singing.

The sweetest smiles hold the darkest secrets.