I Had A Very Wise Mother. She

Ramona Stepped Back Into Her Closet, Slid The Door Shut, Pressed An Imaginary Button, And When Her Imaginary Elevator Had Made Its Imaginary Descent, Stepped Out Onto The Real First Floor And Raced A Real Problem. Her Mother And Father Were Leaving For Parents' Night.

If You Don't See The Book You Want On The Shelves, Write It.

I Read My Books Aloud Before They Were Published.

The Key To Writing Successful Ya Is To Keep The Adults Out Of The Story As Much As Possible.

Problem Solving, And I Don't Mean Algebra, Seems To Be My Life's Work. Maybe It's Everyone's Life's Work.