I saw a puddle it was fine, A splash or two will make it mine. I’ll leap I’ll jump I’ll make it spray, Splatter and spurt will make fine pl...

I didn’t even know, My little hitchhiker, I never caught his name, Over highways we flew. I was all warm inside, He took his ride ou...

Many years ago before I born, when my mother, aunt and uncle were small children, my Grandmother Helen Springer Moran began writing poetry, ...

Have you ever heard a piece of music, smelled something and all of a sudden a feeling washed over you, bringing back a happy or sad memory? ...

So much of writing for a child is in the remembering to think like a child. The most popular children’s books today are told from the perspe...

Fourth of July in years past was celebrated with fireworks, parades, picnics in the park most of which we still have today. But what is diff...

When I talk about Wee Three, its meaning to me and what I hope it will mean to others, I always write and talk about the innocence of child...

The other day on Twitter my friend @TheFourOrders asked me if we had lost our wonder? I began thinking of all the times I have spent watchin...

Before I was born my mother, her mother and her grandmother going back for generations lived through one War or another. For my mother it ...

There is not much better then the morning I spent with the kindergarten classes at the Berlin Memorial School, doing a reading of Wee Thre...