Behind the Scenes

I'm lucky to live near Prospect Park in Brooklyn, and one of my favorite things is to take walks on weekend mornings at the tail end (pun intended!) of off-leash time. That's where I got the seed of the idea for this poem. What Dogs Know They don’t know who the president is or the latest hateful thing he said They don’t know that when we say the world is on fire it’s only (sometimes) a metaphor They just know the sound of our voice the touch of our hand the smell of treats i

Every so often, I sit down to brainstorm possible new picture book ideas. Recently I wrote down the phrase "cats in glasses." Not a...

I love to experiment with drawing and other forms of art, but when faced with an empty page I seize up with fear. I never seem to know...