And Then...

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At heart, I'm a New Yorker, even though we've been in Colorado for forty very good years. I was born in New York City. For a short time, we lived in a Greenwich Village gatehouse, an apartment in Jackson Heights, and in the rented upstairs of somebody's place in Rockville Center, Long Island.

Most of my early years were spent near a saltwater river that emptied into the Great South Bay, where we swam, clammed, and boated whenever we could. Oh, how my Dad wanted another sailor in the family. Instead, he got me, who liked nothing better than trailing my hand in the water and daydreaming.

I'm still a daydreamer, often drifting back to our first-ever-house, our first dog, Cinderella, and my first best friend, Ann, on Seneca Street in Massapequa.

Whether we want to or not, few of us can leave our childhoods far behind. We carry our growing up years the way a turtle carries its shell. This, I believe, is especially true for those of us who write for children. Good or bad, we are consumed with reconstructing our pasts in hopes of figuring them out and sharing them with others. We are suited to do so because we not only remember the details of those years. We also remember the feelings attached to those details.

When I speak about writing to children during school visits, I often remind them that they are the world's greatest experts about their own lives.

It makes sense to write about what we know. If we chose to write about what matters most to us, the memories that make us giggle, gasp, shiver, laugh, and cry, we are likely to do our best work. And a little daydreaming along the way doesn't hurt.


Society of Children's Book Writers & Illustrators

Colorado Authors' League

Pikes Peak Writers

Authors' Guild


Boys' Quest

Children's Playmate

Highlights for Children

Hopscotch for Girls

On the Line

Spider The Magazine for Children

Turtle Magazine for Preschool Kids


Al Stutson (303) 795-3584

7288 South Sundown Circle

Littleton, CO 80120

Caroline Stutson 2011