One cool evening, deep in the forest, a young snail slurped happily on an overripe berry.
All around her, the falling crisp red and gold leaves were a telltale sign that colder weather would soon be on the way. 592 more words
As I sit here trying to come up with something to write about this fantastic book the kids got for International Book Giving Day (it’s a thing, I promise I did not make that up), I have two dogs wrestling (loving) at my feet. 652 more words
Last week I visited my eldest son’s class to read a story I’d recently written, The Bug and the Rock. I wasn’t sure how they would like it as it is a simple story and isn’t yet illustrated (apart from my terrible pencil sketches). 503 more words