I write children’s stories that reflect my life experiences. I grew up in a Jewish family that lived in blue collar, close knit, city neighborhoods. My grandmother stayed with us, which is how I came to understand Yiddish and the culture she brought from Russia. I entered Kindergarten with a physical disability which was corrected later in childhood. I was a sensitive kid that worried over the tiniest bits of life. Despite these obstacles, I was a competent, optimistic child who learned to overcome issues that arose. You will see bits and pieces of my background in most of my stories.