I had not been in the Midwest – or in my daughter’s busy home – for very long at all when “the stories” began.  They would start with a simple word the children would say and, then, that word would evolve into a children’s story in my head.  I began to think of them as “gifts”.

My computer had not yet arrived – neither had anything else.  And, so, I would disappear into their study/classroom and enter the stories into their computer.  I did remember to bring my “jump” drive and would save them there.  Sometimes, one of the children would be in the classroom studying and I would tell the story to them.  They loved them.  The youngest especially would like it when the story would be about him. Perhaps there would be hope at the end of this “living on a retirement pension” tunnel…

My daughter is an amazing artist and I began to realize that she could illustrate these – what I was beginning to think were pretty doggone good stories – and I could actually have them published.  That would, of course, involve my stepping into HER shoes to free her up so that she could paint and illustrate!