This is for everyone who has ever looked at the stars, or gazed from atop a hill, or across the sea and wondered…

What’s on the inside, beneath that sugar? Is it a bug? Is it a booger?

Oh no, princess. I would never carry out anything which could harm your being. This was just something I was told to say. I’m not sure what is planned, if, you go against their wishes....

It’s exciting to watch young children read poetry for the first time. You can sense the wheels turning and you just know their brain is doing this wonderful thing called learning. It’s magical!

Always just a brainstorm away from our next disaster…

You live and die in the batting of my eyes. You cast a wavering shadow over the snow for a day. I cast my shadow over empires across eons.” – Orm Hinn Langi the Dragon

Today, it’s possible to read both erotica and books written for children without fear of social castigation.

Charlotte’s dirty dishes haunted her dreams that night. She was running down a dark tunnel and close behind her plates, cups, bowls and crumbs made threatening noises.

That night, as the stars sparkled in the sky, Polly dreamed…

Solomon breathed a sigh of relief ever so slightly, thankful that the cricket had not been eaten. Not that he was concerned for the cricket being eaten. No, he was simply relieved that the voice...

I believe that children in this country need a more robust literary diet than they are getting. …It does not hurt them to read about good and evil, love and hate, life and death. Nor...

The queerness doesn’t matter so long as they’re friends.

If a fairy makes a wish to leave the fairy cave, she must return to the cave every year and always on her birthday to live as a tiny fairy on that day. If she...

Tea, chocolate,Scotties and a good book. Perfect!

Stealing is wrong Billy

Kid’s books should be just as good as any other books. No. They should be held to a *higher* standard than other literature for the same reason that we take extra care with children’s food.

Life would be perfect if monster would stop farting.

I blew that clay pigeon to smithereens. I don’t know why Mum got so upset. According to Uncle Andrew she’s a crack shot herself. But she says I’m too young. What I’d like to know...

Kindness is like a warm blanket of snow, softly covering and gently touching the heart.