Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs, rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys, advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm, retreating to the corner of arm and knee, eager to be reassured, taking pleasure in the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree.
My mother could do absolutely anything. She was like Martha Stewart before such a thing existed.
I've written 16 children's books and five unpublished novels. Some of the latter were breathtakingly bad.

