When I was growing up I never thought of being an author. I was a terrible speller and didn't want to write any more than I had to. I wanted to be a tap dancer when I grew up. After a few years of teaching junior high and high school, I wrote my first novel. It was a surprise to discover that I liked making up stories and writing them down. I liked it so much that eventually I stopped teaching and became a fulltime writer.
Besides novels for children and young adults, I've also told stories by writing scripts for television and the movies.
I live on the top floor of a sixteen-story building near the American Museum of Natural History in New York City. From my apartment I have a view of Manhattan that includes the Empire State Building and the Plaza Hotel. In my free time I draw, paint, and read. I still love to dance.
Some people think that a writer's life is lonely. But when I'm writing a story I don't feel lonely because I am actively involved with lots of interesting people – the characters in my books. I love knowing that some day readers will get to know these characters, too. If you are one of my readers I hope you have as much enjoyment in reading my stories as I have writing them.
Slice of life novel about a sixth grade girl dealing with her newly divorced parents and the class bully. Aviva seems like a typical girl of the 80s. She attends Catholic school, has a big sheepdog and wants a normal life. Completely relatable to children of divorce, like me. I would have liked this book as a child.
I read this book repeatedly in grade school. Aviva and her trusty dog, Mop, were so real to me. My parents were, and still are, happily married, so it wasn't that I was looking to it for comfort or answers. No, it's just a well-written story about a girl my age (at the time, anyway) and how she struggled to resolve the changes in her life.
I bought this book at the fourth grade book mobile. I read the covers off of it. Truthfully it made me envious. My parents were still married but I was in the minority in my class. I loved the thought of two homes, two birthdays, two sets of families to love me. (Yes, I was a sad kid! Lol) I know now how lucky I am but reading this book now brings back memories.
Wow! It's all rushing back to me now. Laying on my bed in my room, reading until it got dark and hard to see my book... my mom comin in my room flipping on the lights, reminding me that I was going to go blind...