Category: Stories
I’m writing a new children’s story every week of 2020. If a particular story captures your imagination, makes you smile, or sounds like something your child would enjoy, let’s collaborate. To connect for illustrations or art, reach out via the Connect form or on my social media accounts (message me on Facebook or Twitter).
Story 24: Today I Am an Artist
Today I am an artist. I paint in a million colors. My first piece is the size of the house. My second is a tiny bit smaller. Watercolors the color of water. Statues as lifelike...
Story 23: We Asked a Goose to Love Us
Home grew small behind us as we marched toward the great wide open. We walked and we trudged. We skipped and we skedaddled. We saw many wonderful and sunshiny things. But we were on the...
Story 22: Inseparable
“Nothing can separate me from God’s love,” said Rosie. “What about the Grand Canyon?” asked the rabbit. “No,” said Rosie. “What about a tummy ache?” asked the grizzly bear. “Nope,” Rosie said with a smile....
Story 21: A Horse Like No Other
Pete was a wooden rocking horse Carved of strong and sturdy pine. His mane was made of purple yarn, His tail of violet twine. Back and forth and forth and back, He rocked and rocked...
Story 20: Odd Sounds
There are so many sounds to be made. So many songs that have never been sung. So many whistles and horns and shapes for your lips. I wonder, which is your favorite one? You can...
Story 19: In Your Eyes
In your eyes are stars and moons And pink-purple planets spinning their rings. In your eyes are the heavens, With space dust and spaceships spreading their wings. In your hands there’s a circus act Clowns,...
Story 18: Strong
Ruby’s yellow house was sinking. It started near the top of the mountain, but every day it slid a little farther down the muddy slope. As Ruby’s house slipped down, the walk to school grew...
Story 17: Lena Lion Finds Her Roar
Lena Lion was small at first. Her voice was small too. Smaller than all the other animals. She wanted to find her voice, but when she opened her mouth, all that came out was a...
Story 16: We Went Looking for My Feet
The sun woke up and smiled a warm smile through my window. I yawned out my yawns and tickled out my sleepies, and then I heard a voice I knew. “Good morning, my little bear...
Story 15: Passing the Time
You have your whole life before you, Sweet Pea, mine. There will not be time to do everything you might like, but may you always have time for the people and things you love. Make...