I Was An Only Child; I Didn't

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

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

Neither The Mouse Nor The Boy Was The Least Bit Surprised That Each Could Understand The Other. Two Creatures Who Shared A Love For Motorcycles Naturally Spoke The Same Language.

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.

Today I Discovered Two Kinds Of People Who Go To High School: Those Who Wear New Clothes To Show Off On The First Day, And Those Who Wear Their Oldest Clothes To Show They Think School Is Unimportant.