DEAR READER, Years ago when I was attending elementary school in Cincinnati, Ohio, I had no clue that I would someday grow up to be a writer. I was too busy playing with my older sister Cindy, my younger sister Margaret and our friends in the neighborhood. On blue sky days, I loved to ride… Read more »
Stephanie Greene
What’s Your Story, Louise Borden?
What’s your story? Who? Where? When? Let your readers know something interesting about your childhood years. Include the good and the bad, the funny and the serious. I had a wonderful childhood! I grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio and because of this I’m an avid baseball fan. My father used to take his three daughters… Read more »
Your Friend, Susanna Reich
Dear Readers: Thank you for reading Minette’s Feast: The Delicious Story of Julia Child and Her Cat. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it! When I was a kid, my whole family used to watch “The French Chef,” Julia Child’s cooking show on TV. She was enthusiastic, skillful,… Read more »
What’s Your Story, Susanna Reich?
I was born in New York City and lived in the Bronx with my parents and my older brother, Matthew, until I was 7. Our apartment was across the street from a big park, and Matthew and I spent a lot of time in the playground. When I was very small my favorite spot was… Read more »
Welcome to ReaderKidZ, May 2012
The stories about the lives of real people are fascinating to many young readers. They like to find out who famous people were as children and how they grew up to do the things they became famous for. Or learn about the lives of people they’ve never heard of but who are a part of… Read more »
A Letter to Readers from Kate Coombs
Dear Reader, Water Sings Blue started when I wrote a poem about a jellyfish. I was thinking about how jellyfish look like those glass cake dishes—you know, the ones with a glass dome on top that has a kind of ruffled edge? Anyway, I turned that into a poem. And then I decided I’d like… Read more »
What’s Your Story, Kate Coombs?
I grew up in Camarillo, California, where I spent every minute I could reading. When I was little, my parents read us stacks of bedtime stories every ight. Then when my sister and I got old enough, we rode our bikes to the library every Saturday and picked out 10 books—which was the limit. I… Read more »
