Writing Into Wonderland

One of the best parts of being an author is receiving handcrafted stories from the youngest Otis Goes to School fans, learning to fashion their very own tales.  As a mother, it’s that much more special to hold my very own children’s crumpled up, notebook-papered accounts of vacations and childhood shenanigans, and interpretations of “what if?” The subject of creative writing has, thus, become a platform for me as I visit schools and spend time with young folks, and it is my hope to nurture their love for literature and its composition, in honoring the ones who did so for me.  To that end, I share with you my thoughts on writing with our own children: 

“Mommy, I see a puppy! He has a ball! Oh, wait… now he’s a sailboat! And there’s a train! Do you see it? Mommy, look! It’s a window! Do you think the train is gonna choo-choo through the window? I do, and… oh! Look at that castle! I’d like to see that castle up close. I wonder if I look small from there. Do you see, Mommy? What do you see…?”

Have you heard your little one rambling in such a fashion? Did you slam on the brakes for the puppy that was not, in fact, chasing a ball down the road? A sailboat and a train? No, we are not at the beach, and nowhere near the tracks. Yes the car has windows, and what castle? Ahhh… it’s the view from Wonderland–the world where children don’t need glasses and near-sightedness often blurs the reasonable, busily practical adult’s vision.


Children do have their heads in the clouds. At least, that’s where they start. That’s the leaping point… the endless possibilities of soaring have everything to do with seeds of encouragement and droplets of inspiration (or the lack thereof), and then the patience of time in all its unfolding, surprising power.

And as adorable, cloud-gazing moments march further into the realm of smile-worthy old memories, words and phrases that could only have come from the mouths of your own babes will fade, and we will not recall the specifics. Of course, you’ll likely have old photographs that cover your walls, fill your albums, decorate your desks and dressers and deplete the memory space available on your phones and tablets and computers, and without a doubt, they are to be ever cherished.

What, though, of the fleeting words that go with them? What of the uncatchable moment that passed from the back seat of silly cumulus concoctions? What of the rip-roaring playground adventures of braving a tightrope walk above the lava, from swing to swing, without daring to touch a toe to the ground of sure doom? What of the cops-and-robbers escapade that played out in the backyard while you cooked supper? What of the Matchbox car chase through Barbie’s Dreamhouse and My Little Pony’s stables? Their preservation is, no doubt, in your smile, your laugh lines, yours happy dreams, the locked vaults of your heart… and theirs.

If I said there is a way to harness a just a bit of those effervescent clouds, that disappearing castle, the childish adventures and observations that we chalk up to the earliest parts of all our lives… if you knew that the passion for avoiding the dangerous playground lava and always catching the bad guy could be lassoed and bottled… if you could see that puppy chase the ball right into a sailboat transformation from your child’s perspective, would you lean in? How about if you knew that such a capturing could spark your child’s interest in reading, give them a foundation of confidence in schoolwork challenges, hone fine motor skills, provide an outlet for emotion and creativity, and a hobby that requires no plugs, wires, or noise?

You’ll need a pencil and paper. Actually, your child will.

It is not humanly possible to hook the whole view from Wonderland, so there is no need for mommy-guilt, kid comparisons or one more line item to add to your super-mom CV. Your maternal role, in this opportunity, is quite simple after securing the pencil and paper: to encourage, and to give your child the time and wiggle-room to do the rest… on their own personal level.

Let them write. Tell them to write. Believe that they can. Forget proper spelling, punctuation and capitalization for the moment. This is not about syntax and grammar. This is about that leaping point, from the edge of that crazy-shaped cloud they think looks like a butterfly with tennis shoes and a unicorn’s horn… write that down, child.

Is the sky blue? What kind of blue? Like an island’s ocean? Your sister’s eyes? Your favorite crayon? Put it into your beautifully childish words and sound them out right onto the paper waiting to come alive by the shape of your squarely printed letters, your curly-q swirls, and the meaning and sentiments behind it all.

What is that tickle in your mind? That’s the birth of your imagination. And just where did that butterfly go? The tug from the tip of that pencil will take you there.

My daughter's journal collection... she started with pretending to write words, and now she fills the pages with "...the breathings of her heart."  William Wordsworth would be so proud.

Our daughter’s journal collection… she started with pretending to write words when she could first hold a pen, and now she fills the pages with “…the breathings of her heart.” William Wordsworth would be so proud. Thank you for letting mommy share your thoughts, dear girl!

“Mommy, what should I write? What should I say?” This is where you give them encouragement and time to let them do the exploring. Sometimes it’s hard to allow our children time to figure things out on their own. It’s easy to assist in the story, to give them the words, to entertain them so they are comfortable, to then cross that activity off the list and move on to a movie or video game, something to keep them occupied while you fold laundry in peace (or grab a precious minute or two to catch a well-deserved breath)!

Stretching muscles doesn’t always begin with ease. But let them get bored… it’s their imagination’s cue. Nourishing a child’s independent vision does take patience and inspiration, but once their wheels begin turning, once they see clearly that they are quite able to work out an original thought and transpose it to something on paper, your role slowly changes from “Mommy, Keeper of the Bottomless Activity Grab-Bag,” to “Reader of all things Wonderland-born.” Your child naturally becomes “Preserver of Fairytales and Memories.” And after some time, the words—especially the phonetically (mis)spelled ones–will be treasures that have magically captured those vanishing moments in the ever-evolving experience of parenthood.

Moms always love a sword with double edges… not the kind with a win-lose slicing pattern. No, this saber carves with love and purpose, both ways. Wield the power of writing and imagination, don it like knighthood on the shoulders of those tied to your apron strings, and watch them grow in a developing love for books and reading, with the added bonus of tuning the little muscles in their hands that move the pencil on the paper. While they begin to craft the butterfly’s flight path over the playground lava and through the window of the highest tower of the cloud castle, they are flexing far more than the glorious muscle of imagination.Ella writing.2

Lipscomb Academy Reading Specialist, Suzanne Howell, says “A child’s literacy development will flourish when their reading and writing instruction is woven together. Research shows a natural connection between the two subjects.  The relationship is reciprocal… [like] the chicken and the egg. One cannot exist without the other.  The act of writing words… expands the child’s ability to read.”

And if they really take to writing like a hobby, put a journal in their hands. Let them carry it everywhere they go, and encourage them to stop right in the middle of their hippity-hopping tracks and jot down whatever it is that has made an impression on their hearts. Let them add their own doodles and illustrations if they feel so inclined (ok, so pencil and paper, plus crayons or paints or stickers, etcetera… for the ankle-biters who really run with the opportunity).

Our oldest son's journals, full of his remembrances of family times, hopes and dreams.  Thank you for letting me share, sweet son!

Our oldest son’s journals, full of his remembrances of family times, hopes and dreams. Thank you for letting me share, sweet son!

Writing certainly won’t be every child’s favorite pastime. But think of it this way… every single child has a story to tell, and every single one of those stories is magnificently worthwhile and wonderfully different.  As an author, I’ve visited many schools and classrooms to encourage reading and writing, and I can tell you firsthand… the stories your children can weave are truly moving, drawn from the wells of youth and its endless supply of creativity.

I encourage you to put the pencil between their fingers, guide it to the paper, and prepare to be impressed. Be it about the weekend football game, the tree house stunt, the neighborhood dog who barks every time a car drives by, the lunchroom rumpus, the fairy who flutters in the garden, the Olympic gymnast and her lucky, pink and purple leotard, Bob the frog who lives in the creek or the time spent with Grandma counting cars going by from the front porch swing… there is a story that only your child can tell.

From the leaping point, give them the chance to soar beyond the puppy dog clouds, and bless them with the time to do it. You’ll find yourself inspired with your own imagination’s answer when they ask you, “Mommy, what do you see?”

I see no limits, sweet child. And the view from Wonderland, through your imagination-painted glasses, is quite spectacular.

Does your child enjoy writing?  If you are a teacher (and thank you for what you do!), do your students enjoy writing?  Share your children’s wordly creations with me, and I’d love to post them on the Otis blog, along with your child’s (or your class) picture!  Email ashleybramlett.author@yahoo.com.

Happy wordsmithing!





How about an uplifting, encouraging, jump-start-to-gumption word-of-the-day for a Monday? Straight from the Vocabulary of Otis: EPIPHANY.

EPIPHANY: a sudden understanding of something

Chapter 11 of Otis Goes to School is entitled, “Kindergarten.”  On his mission to find out what happens at school all day, Otis peers through a window pane and observes a classroom of these baby students:

“He saw his smiling girl in the bunch of fledgling readers, all focused together, waiting for the teacher’s approval in their discoveries of letter sounds that were turning into words before their very eyes. He was witnessing an epiphany, at the spellbinding hands and wise ways of this gentle lady who cared for his girl everyday at School.”

Of course, as one might expect, these young ones are learning to read.  Some of them will pick it up quickly, as a second-nature sort of hobby (I have one child who loves to lose himself in words unfolding like a magical red carpet across the page, and has since he began to string letter sounds together.).  Some of them might have known how to read before Kindergarten even began.  Some will take their sweet time, a gift enjoyed only by children, and pined after by those of us who have braved the phenomenon of adulthood.  There will also be those who find no interest at all in the reading skill just yet, who would rather build with blocks, win imaginary Matchbox car races, paint or daydream… at least, for a while (Another of my children fit this bill at this tender age.).

Imagine those precious Kindergarten teachers, evaluating and discerning each child’s reading level, taking those darling little hands at the door as Mom or Dad say goodbye for the day, and leading them into a brand new phase of life.  These are days that they will grow exponentially–not always necessarily in body, but in mind.  Given the chance to bloom at their own pace, they all will blossom into gardens unimagined, save by the superior and unmatched, imaginative design of the Creator who knit each of them carefully, with more precision than our human minds could possibly comprehend. (Psalm 139:13)

The way the mind of a child works is magnificent, and to witness the lighting of a flame, the flipping of the switch, the lightbulb going on–to see sheer delight spread from ear to ear when those funny-shaped, quirky letters finally jump in line to make a word–is to observe an epiphany.

My child who has the gift of being in this moment and taking her sweet time, reading to her little brother on the first day of summer.  This was an epiphany on many levels! Brother realizes sister can read; Sister realizes how happy Little Brother is when she reads to him; Mommy enjoys a flash in time she won't forget!

My child (who has the gift of being in this moment and taking her sweet time), reading to her little brother on the first day of summer. This was an epiphany on many levels! Brother realizes sister can read; Sister realizes how happy Little Brother is when she reads to him; Mommy enjoys a flash in time she won’t forget!

That said, let us not neglect the many other epiphanies in our little folks’ lives, and mistakenly deny the joy deserved therefor.  I have seen such happiness on the face of one proud little fellow at figuring out how the lunch line actually works, and getting it right for the first time.  High five, whippersnapper!

I have seen a little girl stand with a bit more confidence, and maybe even a bit taller, when she received an unexpected compliment for her politeness and ability to follow directions and set a fine example.  Keep smiling, my dear!

I have watched some pretty fast legs push the limit of “walking” in the hall, out of the pride that comes with the authority to venture all the way to the library alone, choose a book, check it out, and return to class on time.  Knew you could, bud!

I’ve hugged one little darling whose tears showed her uncertainty about when Mom would arrive for afternoon pick-up, and then her elated heart and wide spread arms when Mom’s familiar car just so happened to be first in line.  So thankful your school day ended with joy, beautiful child!

And how about the dreamy little artist-the one who paints watercolors with a little bit of fairy dust, who can fashion a flower uncannily like Monet?  Or, the speedy-footed athlete who can somehow recall more stats than an ESPN commentator on Monday morning?  Or, the shy little elfkin who figured out how to string clovers together without breaking a stem?  No doubt I could share endless examples worthy of such a word-of-the-day.  But you get the picture.  Have you experienced the epiphany…?

Could you figure out the lunch line, the library and the pick-up line, all while being polite, following directions, setting an example, painting, playing, keeping your energetic legs from running in the halls, AND learning to read?  Could you do it all at age 5 or 6?  The fact is, we all had to try, didn’t we?  We’ve all been through what our children are learning at this age, though we might not remember it all.

If we were afforded the chance to BE these children, way back when it was our turn, then we were the lucky ones.  If you are encouraging and celebrating these childish epiphanies with your children, be they of your own household or your classroom, then your children are the lucky ones.  It’s a big deal when they can brush their own teeth.  It’s amazing when they spread butter on their own toast.  It speaks volumes of their character when they summon the confidence to read in front of the class.  And when they learn the joy of showering others with kindness, even before they are asked–well–that epiphany drops seeds that spread like wildfire in the way the Good Lord intended.

It’s a sudden understanding of something.  It’s the “sudden” ingredient that makes it stick.  Let us celebrate in what seems to be “little things” to us wise-ol’ adults, but what are, to our children, brilliant discoveries of the ways their world works.  Let us allow them their epiphanies, and be so very proud of their abilities, personalities and talents.  It is ground that must be broken again and again, to each his own path, in his own time.

Sweet, sweet time… would that we all take it like children… and Otis.

Here’s hoping for beautiful epiphanies in your world today, and may you find joy therein. We hope you’ll stay with us as we see just how far @OtisGoes!


Catching the breeze on the way to drop the children off on their first day at school.

Catching the breeze on the way to drop the children off on their first day at school.

The Jewels of Haywood Elementary School — Part II

Otis was overcome with anticipation (and a clear need for even more loving) as we prepared for our second visit to the fabulous Haywood Elementary School.

(Click here for the Part I recap of our first visit.)

To Haywood we go!

To Haywood we go!

Upon our arrival, the ever-gracious, awesome teacher, Miss Jan Crowder, welcomed us to her familiarly colorful, inviting classroom, where we were consumed with hugs and giant smiles, like friends of a lifetime.  And by now, we are!

For this trip, we brought a small entourage… my husband and perfect partner-in-adventure (Robert), my daughter (Ella), my oldest son (Paul Kent), his very cool pal (Noah), and of course, Otis and me.  I could hardly wait to introduce my new friends from around the world to my crew.  It would be a great morning, I just knew it!

Reunions and Introductions! From left, top row: Musharaf, Ella, Miss Crowder, Paul Kent, me, Noah and Robert. From left, bottom row: Fatema, Martin, Omina, Shing, Rayan, and Otis!

Reunions and Introductions!
From left, top row: Musharaf, Ella, Miss Crowder, Paul Kent, me, Noah and Robert.
From left, bottom row: Fatema, Martin, Omina, Shing, Rayan, and Otis!

We arrived a tad bit early, for we wanted some special moments with Miss Crowder and her class.  I wanted each child to know how much I will always treasure their stories they wrote for me. (See Part I)

Would Rayan feel calm in petting Otis this time?

Would Martin’s smile make my heart jump again?

Had Shing learned even more English skills?

Would Omina’s eager eyes still be sparkling?

And sweet Musharaf… would he be afraid of Otis…?

And what about Fatema, who had been absent during our first visit… could we meet her?

All in a whirlwind of introductions and how-are-you’s, my wonderings were answered: Rayan’s confidence glowed… had he grown already?

Martin smiled, and my heart jumped and melted all at the same time.

Shing carried my basket of books and chatted like an old chum.

Omina met me with arms outstretched, full of compliments and stars flashing in her eyes.

Musharaf… no fear, my friend… no fear!  He approached Otis with bravery, hand outstretched, petting him with a gradual crescendo’s release of a boy’s love, like droplet after droplet of waters pushing on the gates of a dam, bursting open because they cannot hold tides that flow forth to drown fears.

And Fatema from the country of Jordan, a pleasure to meet, charmed us with immediate friendship and her outgoing personality.

This world-class family of students and their beloved Miss Crowder led us outside to Haywood’s amphitheater, where 200 first graders and their teachers awaited our arrival!

A sea of oooo's and ahhh's from Haywood's wonderful first graders, anxious for Otis to take the stage!

A sea of oooo’s and ahhh’s from Haywood’s wonderful first graders, anxious for Otis to take the stage!

Where to begin, with 200 wiggly first graders?  ADJECTIVES!  We talked about our great big minds, and our own singularly awesome yarns that we weave with every choice we make. A plane or two flew overhead, and we talked about how HIGH and BIG and FAST and LOUD it was, and how WIDE its wings were.

Who has an imagination?  Who has a story?  That’s right… WE ALL DO!

Both hands up... our imaginations are THAT big!

Both hands up… our imaginations are THAT big!

After revealing the story of how Otis came to our family (see Ancestry of Otis), and how the book came to be (see Synopsis), we read a chapter from Otis Goes to School: “The Playground.”  This particular passage finds Otis knee-deep in his secret school days investigations, observing his best girl on the kindergarten playground.  She is Queen of the Clover for the day, sporting a crown of clover blossoms tied by her maids of merriment.  (And off to my right, another clover queen with a chocolate brown ponytail and a baby blue shirt patiently listened and tied her own crown together… you can see the beginnings of it streaming down from her right hand, in the bottom left of the picture above.)

We read about Otis taking his own turn to zoom down the slide, catching playground zephyrs (see Vocabulary of Otis) in his flapping lips, landing with pride and pomp and circumstance befitting a Clover King, smiling all the way.  We applauded each other, promised to keep dreaming and to put our summer stories to paper, and asked and answered a string of thoughtful, intriguing questions.  This crowd brought their A-game!

And then, they formed a sight that I will always recall with amazement… in Otis Goes to School, Otis observes a “winding caterpillar” of kindergartners moving together in a line, to and from the playground.  On this day, at Haywood Elementary, that very phenomenon came to be, with Otis at the front of the line this time…

That's a lot of loving for one special dog who just happens to deserve all the petting these precious children had to give.

That’s a lot of loving for one special dog, who just happens to deserve all the petting these precious children had to give.


Kids always love to pet Otis, and they love Robert's laugh!  Lots of love, just all the way around.

Kids always love to pet Otis, and they love Robert’s laugh! Lots of love, just all the way around.

These 1st graders were naturally, easily, abundantly friendly and happy.  They high five’d with gusto, hugged without holding back, and shared the light of the world with me and my crew.  By the end of our visit, I had heard from quite a considerable majority of the students that their summer plans now include storytelling and writing, and reading about Otis!  That’s a music-to-my-ears way to end a school visit.

I expect wild creativity and plots that ring true for untarnished young hearts.

I expect the final point of punctuation to be positioned post-tale with pride and purpose.

I expect a lot, because these kids can do it.  These children have a fantastic fire within, and they have the ability to follow their own “what if’s.”

Write on, Haywood 1st graders; write to your heart’s content, with all the adjectives you can conjure up, and then… oh please, and then… do let me read your stories!

And of course, lunchtime called again.  We stretched our goodbyes back through the halls, past several grades’ worth of winding caterpillars, through the front office and out to the parking lot.

IMG_3216IMG_3219Before coming to Haywood, I had no idea what a jewel was tucked into a quiet little Nashville neighborhood.  There is something special about this school, something vibrant and so alive. There is worth and promise and love and lots and lots of good in this school.  There was a display of appreciation for others amongst these students.  They saw their similarities before their differences… and the differences they observed, it seemed they celebrated.  Would that their unintended example be a pattern for us as adults, for our country, for our leaders and the leaders of this world that is so near completely represented within the walls of Haywood…

To see through the eyes of a child, to love with the boundless capacity of a child… we are all born with those gifts.  If we seek the most beautiful words we can find, put them to use in telling our stories, and listen to others as they craft their own, we will experience the kind of joy that lives and breathes and beats in the hearts of Haywood.

Haywood CollageI am so thankful that Haywood is a bright new thread in my ever-lengthening yarns.  I hope that the fall season finds us making plans for more fun together.

But for now… I wish you the greatest, most fun-filled, adventure-packed, water-park-ing-est, popcorn-and-movies-and-bicycles-and-ice-cream-and-firefly-catching-and-porch-sittin’-and-tall-tale-ing-est summer of all!  And you can write.that.down.



(Please click here to read Part I of The Jewels of Haywood Elementary School) 



All Hands on Otis

In addition to enjoying a glorious day yesterday, Otis had the pleasure of visiting the pre-K classes at St. Paul Christian School in Nashville.  What love welcomed us there!  Otis was immediately engulfed in a sea of lunch-scented hands and no-holds-barred hugs.


We talked about our imaginations, and how God’s springtime decorations are all around us, just waiting to inspire creative stories of all sorts.  Wheels of young minds began turning about tulips and daffodils, a rescued kitten (Otis approved), school buses and sunshine, and it was promised to me by several budding authors that Otis and I might get an early read of the yarns they would be weaving in their daydreams to come.

I’m looking ever so forward to your tales, little friends! Email me your writings, photographs and drawings, and I’d love to display them here! (ashleybramlett.author@yahoo.com)

As an extra special blessing of the day, our Ella came along with us!  She showed the students just the right way to scratch Otis behind the ears, helped introduce the Spring volume of Ella and the Little Red Wagon to everyone, and best of all, got the chance to hug and hug and hug again her precious pre-K teacher from two years ago. Love!

Ella and Mrs. Amy CookeTHANK YOU, St. Paul, for your unforgettable kindness, the remarkable politeness displayed by all of your students, of all ages, and for having us in your amazing school.  While it was truly inspiring and welcoming in all its bright colors, sunlight-filled classrooms and refreshing breezeways, it was all that and far more in every person, every student, every teacher, every member of your staff whom we had the pleasure of meeting.  We hope to return to share the chapters of Otis Goes to School with your older grades sometime soon.  You are raising and instructing a fine flock of young folks, and it was our honor to be a small part of your day!

St. Paul class.3

St. Paul class.2

St. Paul class.1

Send us those stories and drawings, little ones.  You have faithful fans here at the Otis camp!


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Ready to order your own copy of Otis and find out what his investigations are all about?  Click here!


For the story-behind-the-story, click here to read the April issue of the Berry Hill Life Magazine cover story of how this adventure began.


If you are a publisher, bookstore, library or teacher wanting to add Otis to your inventory or schedule an author-and-dog visit/event, we truly look forward to talking with you, and we thank you for your interest! Please email ashleybramlett.author@yahoo.com.

Wishing everyone lots of love and dog bones.  Stay tuned next week as we head to Alabama to present Otis Goes to School at the Alabama Book Festival!

OGTS for AL Book Festival


Otis the Cover-Dog

COVER from BH Mag April 2014Check out that polka-dotted smile on the cover of April’s Berry Hill Life Magazine in Nashville, TN. Those blue eyes peeking over belong to my little girl, Ella.  Click the link below for the full article… zoom in on your screen display for an easy-on-the-eyes trick.

Berry Hill Magazine Cover Story . April 2014

We are gearing up for the Alabama Book Festival next month with lots of school appearances and readings around the Music City.  Let me know if you’d like Otis to visit your school, library or bookstore, and we’ll do our best to make it happen!

Woof-cerely yours,

Ashley, ashleybramlett.author@yahoo.com

Happy Birthday, Mrs. Felts and Robert!

Today is March 25, 2014.  My sweet, supportive, tender-hearted and handsome husband and favorite partner-in-adventure, Robert, celebrates his birthday today.  I could not possibly be more blessed and loved than I am with my heart in his possession.  We’ve had a great morning, hopping around town on a mid-day date, talking about summer plans and Mississippi holes-in-the-wall, enjoying some tasty Martin’s BBQ, and, ironically, watching the snow billow around blizzard-like, and melt away on contact with the ground.

Robert is a fine fellow on many levels, but I believe Otis ranks him as his utmost admired.  When Otis first took up residence in the Bramlett household, he was unsure of this new place called, “home.”  He came to us from a house only one street over… a dwelling hosting a slew of college boys with plans to drop him off at the pound, seeing as how their new apartment-to-be would not allow pets.

So Otis was ours to love.  But his past experiences spoke to him, and he wanted to make sure we were the forever-ones.  So, he made his way back and forth around the neighborhood… three different times, until he decided that he was indeed a part of our family.  Every single time he got loose, Robert was the one who went looking.  And the last time, Robert said, “I’m going to find him.  He’s my dog.”

Robert brought Otis home… home.  And that dog been blessing us ever since.

Robert always has a way of making things work out, just the way they should.  Happy birthday, my Robert.  We all love you.

(Pictured below: Robert with Otis, Tennessee Agricultural Center, 2010.)


And it’s Mrs. Kay Felts’s birthday, too!

Mrs. Felts is kindergarten-teacher-extraordinaire, beautiful friend, and an all-around-wonderful lady of Christ.  She has loved my oldest two children through their earliest days of school, sharing her gentle advice and caring ways with them as they grew from letter-recognizers into readers.  She puts her arms around a class of children with grace; she shares her heart’s smile with the world; and she quietly builds a firm foundation under the feet of her students, preparing them to take their own steps and hops and leaps into the world of learning that awaits them.  Mrs. Felts calmed our uncertain moments, celebrated our children’s accomplishments, and blessed us with a most beautiful friendship, for which we are so deeply thankful.

And to top it off, Mrs. Felts loves Otis!  She has welcomed him into her class on more than one occasion, and she is the inspiration for Chapter 11, of Otis Goes to School.  (Click here for the Chapter 11 tribute to Mrs. Felts and excerpt!)

Happy birthday, Mrs. Felts!  You are an absolutely delightful treasure, and we love you!

(Pictured below: Mrs. Felts in 2010 and 2012, with our oldest two children, on their first days of Kindergarten.)


So, March 25…?  It’s an all-kinds-of-great day.  If today is your birthday, too, then you must surely be someone special.  You are in good company!

On sale at For Every Child in Franklin, TN

We are so thankful for local shopkeepers who have joined in our excitement of promoting Otis Goes to School, and who have made this book available to their customers.  For Every Child is one of those supporters!  This is a precious children’s clothing boutique on 5th Avenue in the heart of Franklin, known for great service, darling and unique clothing for babies through age 16, and truly friendly folks.  I have no doubt, they have something you need, and you can pick up a copy of Otis while you are there!  Tell them Otis sent you.

Promo for For Every Child selling OGTS.Feb 2014

Just on the other side of town, Landmark Booksellers has the book available as well.  We are looking forward to another reading and signing with this historic bookstore, as soon as the sequel comes out!

There are several exciting irons in the fire at the moment, and I’m looking forward to sharing the news of upcoming appearances and events very soon.  Thank you again and always for urging us forth on the challenging, interesting and rewarding path to publishing.

Enjoy today’s blue skies and sunshine… it’s worth barking for!

OGTS book for sale pic.spring 2014