I wish I could buy a copy of this picture book for every little kid in the country. Wrap it up with a big beautiful bow. Read it to each and every one of them in an old rocking chair. Take a look at the link. I promise no harm will come to you...
A writer's journal ~ Musings on my muses and meanderings, my questions and quandaries, my fatigues and failures, and once in a periwinkle blue moon, on that which takes flight. ~ by Tammi J Truax