Picture Books
Excerpt from Don't,
Soto Publishing 2010
"Don't touch the new lamp," Aunt Gerda says.

I freeze. What lamp? My eyes scan the room. My shoulders twitch and my fingers
tremble. My skin quivers like a horse with flies.

Aunt Gerda doesn't notice. She pats the glass lampshade and leaves the room.

I creep toward the lamp. It’s the color of the sea on a sunny day. My eyes are squinty.
I grab my wrists behind my back.

Aunt Gerta said, “Don’t …” so I won’t.

I take a step closer. Dust dances in the glow.

Aunt Gerta said,  “Don’t …” so I won’t.

My finger touches the shimmering shade.

Aunt Gerta said, “Don’t …” so I …

The glass is warm. It makes swirling patterns on my hand. I place my palm on the
base to feel the heat.

Crash


“Jackson!”

Aunt Gerta said, “Don’t …” and I did.
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Excerpt from Stickle Town,
a story about differences

Emma lived in a blue house on the edge of Stickle Town. Every day she tied her blue
shoes, put on her blue hat and walked to school on blue stones.

“Why do we always walk on blue?” Emma asked her mum.

“We always have,” her mother said. “I guess we always will.”

David lived next door to Emma. His house was red and his roof was too. Every day he
tied his red shoes, put on his red hat and walked to school on red stones.

“Why do we always walk on red?” David asked his uncle.

“We always have,” his uncle said. “I guess we always will.”