A note from Holly McGhee:

Let's make as much light as we can from the arts.

In this last month of 2016, here are some words and pictures from the writers and artists we are honored to represent, as we rely more than ever on story to help expand our minds and imaginations in our struggle to find the light. 

“It's never occurred to me that the stars are still up there shining even in the daytime when we can't see them.” 

— I’LL GIVE YOU THE SUN by Jandy Nelson


“Hasn't the world always been full of monsters and lies?  Isn't it our place to fight them, to tell the truth, to rewrite the story?  To ensure the return of spring in a world of winter?" 

— THE GALLERY by Laura Marx Fitzgerald


“I am here and you are here and we are here together.”


“Maybe we always were the people we imagined ourselves to be. Able and brave. Maybe we still are.”


“In the still of the night, the baby was born. He opened his eyes to kind faces, quiet animals, a soft blanket. . . and a dark sky that was made lovely with light. . . . Light in the darkness—the best gift of all.” 

— STAR BRIGHT by Alison McGhee, illustrated by Peter H. Reynolds


“Hail to honor, courage, love . . .” 


“And so she had. Grandmother, who had spent a thousand years in a jar, had finally chosen love.

She had seen it, pure and simple and clean, seen it in the small beings of two gray cats and an old dog. Love in all its complexity and honor made a circle around them all.” 

— THE UNDERNEATH by Kathi Appelt

 “‘Of all the questions you ever ask yourself in life, never ask, “What’s the point?” It’s the worst question in the world,’ Ruby said.” — HELLO UNIVERSE by Erin Entrada Kelly

"‘Just because a magic is small doesn't mean it is unimportant,’ the Lightbender said. ‘Even the smallest magics can grow.’" 

— CIRCUS MIRANDUS by Cassie Beasley

“Later she sat on the ground in the forest between school and home, and spring was so bright and beautiful, the warm air touched her so tenderly, she could almost feel herself changing into a flower. Her light dress felt like petals.
‘I love everything,’ she heard herself say.

‘So do I,’ a voice answered.
Pearl straightened up and looked around. No one was there.” 

— THE AMAZING BONE by William Steig

“Someday you will swing high—so high, higher than you ever dared to swing.” 

— SOMEDAY by Alison McGhee

“And in the moment between moonset and sunrise, Ernest D. looked upon the endlessness of his newly discovered land. ‘All this was hiding in a pond,’ said Ernest D. ‘How exceptional.’” 

— BEYOND THE POND by Joseph Kuefler


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On Sunday, my husband said to me: “It’s supposed to be gorgeous at the beach tomorrow. Should I take a comp day and we go?”


I did not say yes to this question at first.

I need to work on my book, I thought. It’s the manuscript that is taking me a long time to write, much longer than I usually take, because it’s requiring some research and also because it’s different from any other book I’ve ever written.

I should work on my book
, I thought. Shouldn’t I?

And then I remembered that I made a promise to myself a couple of years ago. And that promise was that I would no longer skip out on life to write, when I had a choice. Sometimes deadlines don’t give us much, if any, choice. But I’m not on any kind of deadline with this book. In fact, for maybe the first time ever in my professional career, I’m purposefully writing a book slowly. I’m taking special care with it, because it feels very much like something that should not be hurried.

Looking back, there have been times in this writing career of mine when I refused to take a day off from writing while drafting a new story. It was like I had an extremely loud bug sitting on my shoulder, shouting in my ear: You must finish this book, you must finish this BOOK! Because, of course, every time I finish a book I am much, much closer to another sale.

There were times I would say no to invitations from friends in order to stay home and work on a draft. Times I didn’t go to the movies with my family in order to stay home and write. Times I took my computer along on vacation so I could write, early in the morning, before everyone else woke up.

What I know now that I didn’t know years ago is that time away from the page is just as important as time at the page. Some people call it “filling the well.” I like to call it feeding my soul. And writers shouldn’t feel guilty for doing it. I would argue breathing life into our stories happens because we are breathing life ourselves. So we went to the beach. I ate clam chowder, searched for shells as we walked along the shore, and basked in the glorious sun while reading a book. Soon the rain will come, I thought, as I looked up at the clear, blue sky. The perfect writing weather. As for yesterday, I did not add words to the page. But I did add joy to my heart. And writing with a joyful heart, I’m reminded today, is a really great way to write.
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As ​Jason Reynold's agent and friend​,​ I am constantly in awe of the genius that ​he is. Just when I think I know ​how deep Jason is​, I discover a new layer. I should know, by now, never to expect the expected​. I​ should know that he'll never phone it in.

​Jason's ​recent piece for NPR, part of Weekend Edition's Next Chapter series, ​is ​a stunner.  It is ​t​he type of thing I'd listen to on​ a​ loop, forcing my friends and family to listen, too. Hear ​how influential 80's and 90's rap has been ​is ​on his poetry and fiction.

So, listen here. Then listen again. Then share . . .
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Some pets can be someone’s best friend.

Spoiler alert: this is the last line of my newest picture book, SOME PETS.

Though, when I was a kid I don’t think I would have ever agreed with that statement, most likely because when I was a kid I had the worst pet in the world, Bootsie.


The only photo of Bootsie in existence. All cuddled up with my Gram shielding me from her claws and teeth.

I was 4-years old when my mom finally caved from months of relentless badgering for my dream pet—a kitty. A kitty I could sleep and snuggle with, dress up in adorable outfits and push around in a stroller…but what I got was something very different. Sure, Bootsie looked like a sweet and loveable calico cloud of grey, orange and white fluff on the outside, but beneath that furry exterior lurked a miniature rabid Siberian tiger. There was no way that cat was going to let me accomplish my 4 year-old dream of pushing a Holly Hobbie bonnet-wearing furbaby around in a lacy pram. Instead, my arms became Bootisie’s scratching posts, my ankles her chew toys and my Mom’s favorite shag carpeting, her litter box.

Despite these shortcomings, I still loved her. But, after several months of hissing, spitting, scratching and peeing, my mom had endured enough.

Looking back, I have vague memories of Bootsie’s departure. Mom said something about, “a farm where Bootsie can run and play all day, happy and free.”.

Fast forward 30-plus years: I was allergic to cats, (which is just as well as I think Bootsie showed me that I was not a “cat person”) and I was now a Mom who was relentlessly badgered by my 4-year old daughter, Sophia, for her dream pet—a puppy.

drawing of dream

Sophia illustrates her bond and affection for her pup (and like many little girls she also wants a pony).

As a parent, I wondered if a 4 year-old was too young to care for a dog? Did I want to spend the hours potty-training and caring for a puppy and a preschooler? What if it turned out to be the dog counterpart to Bootsie? Would I have to resort to “the farm”? However, I recalled how, like Sophia, I was an only child who desperately wanted a fur-sibling. I finally caved and began combing through countless pet profiles listed on animal rescue websites, determined to avoid (what I now dubbed) “The Great Bootsie Fiasco of ‘77” and find our perfect pet. A dog we could give a fur-ever home to.

And, we did.


Our modern girl's version of a bonnet- matching superhero capes.

I have no idea what breed our dog is, but Sophia dubbed her Mimi The Wonder Dog, “because we always wonder what breed she is.” And we get asked that a lot because Mimi is such an adorable, sweet pup. Sure, she barks when the doorbell rings, steals shoes and pees when she gets excited, but luckily there is no shag rug.

Thanks to our friends at Thomas J O’Connor Adoption Center, Mimi became the newest member of our family and for that I am fur-ever grateful. Grateful for the love and affection she shares, the laughter and beauty she has brought to our lives (and for the ending she has given me to SOME PETS).

The other day Sophia told me that Mimi is her best friend. “What makes her your best friend?” I asked. “What makes your best friend your best friend? “ she countered. I thought carefully before I answered, “My best friend is always there for me. They make me feel better when I’m down. They listen to me when I need to talk. They make me laugh and they love me.” Sophia smiled and replied, “Yup. Just like Mimi.”


Soph and Mimi, her BFFF- best fur-friend forever.

SOME PETS, illustrated by Brendan Wenzel, the sequel to the “bright” and “breezy” (Booklist) SOME BUGS, will be released on August 23rd from Beach Lane Books, an imprint of Simon & Schuster,

“The plot is a celebration of diversity, both human and animal,as everyone cavorts and cuddles.” — Kirkus Reviews

“Bouncy verse, playful illustrated details, and abundant affection between animals and humans add up to an exuberant reminder of the joy that having a pet can bring.” — Publisher’s Weekly
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Every July, along with the warmth of the summer days in the Northeast, comes a remembering of one of most extraordinary artists I’ve ever had the chance to work with, Fred Marcellino. When Pippin opened its doors in 1998, Fred graced us with a present: he designed our stationery, and it was Fred who put that little bit of color on Zeke Pippin’s cheek.


If you aren’t familiar with his work, first as a record album cover and jacket designer and then as a Caldecott-winning illustrator, visit the wonderful web site his family has created, where you can find out all about his career and hear his voice on a video as well:   Pulcinella Press.

This July 12th marks the fifteenth anniversary of his death, and we miss him just as much each year. It was a terrible and dark day when we found out he had passed away after a three-year battle with colon cancer. We knew his death had been fast approaching, but we weren’t ready. Nobody could possibly be ready to say goodbye to this elegant artist and friend.

Here are some things that people said about him in a tribute.

During that last year of his life, Fred had finished the story, the sketches, and even painted some of the final art for Arrivederci, Crocodile, the sequel to his bestselling I, Crocodile, the first original book he had ever written and illustrated.

I Croc Cover

And now finally, with the help of the legendary editor Caitlyn Dlouhy at Atheneum Books, we have found a way to publish Arrivederci.

Stay tuned for more developments on this happy news.   

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"When you wish upon a star, your dreams come true." (But you'll need a little help from your friends.)


On 5/17/16, Hello, My Name Is Octicorn will be published by HarperCollins imprint Balzer & Bray. This is a dream that goes many, many years back. But as my friend Dylan, an arborist here in Portland, Oregon, said, "Ideas are like seeds. They take awhile to grow into trees."

This book has taught me a lot about patience, about pursuing your dreams in a world that often tells you to play it safe and keep your head down, and it's helped me on my own journey of self-acceptance.

That this book means so much to others is the real reward.

When we self published this book a few years back, Kevin and I were humbled to see an outpouring of support for the character, book, and it's positive message, that it's OK to be different, in a society that's often subtly asking you to be like everybody else.

Reviews on Amazon poured in. And while it's never a good idea to read your own reviews, these ones touched our hearts.

"Love this! I bought it for myself, but will give it to my girls as a gift. Its a great story of a little guy who doesn't quite fit in, but realizes its okay to be different and not look or act the same as everyone else. Reminds me of my daughter on the autism spectrum (aspergers)." - review on Amazon

"I teach guidance/counseling lessons to kindergarten and 1st grade (among other things) and am going to use this book for a lesson...it's wonderful." - instagram comment 

We even heard that this book, originally intended for children, was being used in an adult therapy sessions. Whoa!


Octicorn's first window was designed by Nena Rawdah of St. John's Booksellers. 

With Octicorn stepping onto the national stage soon, it seemed appropriate to once again thank all the people who have helped make this happen. Dreams can come true with enough hard work, persistence, luck, serendipity (the list goes on). But you don't get there alone. And we've been blessed to have the support of our family, friends, and co-workers since the beginning. Back in 2013, 277+ kind folks with big hearts donated money on Kickstarter to help bring this project alive and that early support helped take Octicorn from a sticker once seen on the tip jar at the Portland, OR venue Doug Fir, to a book you could physically hold in your hands.

The book had many early champions, including designer Dani Guralnick who worked on it, Susan Sullivan - who kept me drawing, folks like Marni Beardsley, the Janet Champs, the Mary Zulegers, the Mike Folinos. The list goes on. Every project needs cheerleaders. The people who tell you to KEEP GOING! (And the more you listen to your own inner cheerleader instead of your inner critic, the more you will experience yourself moving forward instead of getting stuck.)

I must admit, when I started this LinkedIn post I didn't intend for it to sound like an Oscar acceptance speech, but have to admit, pretty sure the music is starting to play and I'm running a bit long.

THANK YOU: Elena Giovinazzo, Alessandra Balzer, Binny Talib, Dana, the folks at HarperCollins, Severin Villiger, Boys Fort, Powell's, Green Bean Bookstores, Moule, all our awesome Kickstarter backers...this dream is also happening because of YOU.

Music playing - they are walking me off the stage. This is awkward. This isn't even an award show.

I guess all I'm saying is: I'm excited. And grateful.


Hello, My Name Is Octicorn can be pre-ordered here.

For those in the Portland, OR area, a reading of the new book will take place at Powell's on Saturday, June 4th at 11am. A reading is also being planned that Sunday at Green Bean Books on NE Alberta St. Stay tuned for further details.
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Writing Somewhere Among

When we first read the query letter for the novel-in-verse that would become Somewhere Among, we were struck by the manuscript’s lyrical language and evocative feeling…and also with the author’s unique perspective. As a white American married to a Japanese man, raising their children in Tokyo, Annie Donwerth-Chikamatsu drew heavily on her family’s own experiences to tell Ema’s story—being “in two worlds,” sharing a small space with generations of family, and a national tragedy that tied her even more closely to her adopted home.


I didn’t set out to write about 9/11.

At the time of the earthquake and tsunami on March 11, 2011, Japan’s 9/11, I was working on a middle grade prose novel set in Texas, my home state. The earth rocked our Tokyo house for months afterwards. The damaged nuclear plant threatened our air, food, and water.

Leaving Japan was not an option. We were living with in-laws, one child was in university, and the other was about to start Japanese high school. Who could leave and come back? Health issues, an aging mother-in-law, and pets made it impossible to go to the area to volunteer. I tried working on the Texas novel and sent out a lifeline by paying for a critique for it. Survival mode took its toll and I eventually had to put it aside.

I needed to ground myself in Japan.

I wasn’t able to write about the aftershocks, the fleeing foreign residents, and the radiation crisis of the nuclear plants. I couldn’t bear reading, hearing or seeing anything more about it. I had to disengage to lighten my heart.


In troubled times, we turn to family and relationships and, sometimes, to the past for comfort. I started writing tidbits, the observations and connections I had made over the years here, things that rooted me here, things about living here within a Japanese family for over twenty years: 
the old wooden house Great-grandfather built after World War II that leaned in typhoons, jerked in earthquakes, but stood its ground; 

the one-room lifestyle we had upstairs in the old house before we built a new house in its place; 

the palm tree that soared above its rooftop but now watches over us from outside the dining room window; 

the loving relationships my children had with all their family; 

the experiences my children had in Japanese public school, and 

the ease my children had in moving from one language and one culture to another (despite their limited English exposure.) 

A dozen or more short pieces, poems and images quickly evolved into a fictional story from a child’s point of view. The first draft came fast, but I had to set it aside.

I was still dealing with the grief of the earthquake and tsunami. I kept thinking how glad I was that it hadn’t happened when our children were small. How were parents coping? Especially up north at the epicenter.

It was hard to trust the earth beneath our feet.
Hard to trust the roof over our heads.
Hard to trust the air we breathed. 
Even down in Tokyo.                           
The story did not turn out to be about any of that.
But it didn’t turn out light-hearted.


It had become Somewhere Among, a middle grade novel set in another difficult time, 2001. I shielded our children, then 9 and 5, from the TV coverage of the attacks, but the TV was always on downstairs at their grandparents. The nine-year-old actually created a tower made of yogurt bottles and bandages for the school’s November 2001 art exhibition.


Somewhere Among highlights the history, anniversaries, and tragedies my two families’ countries have shared before and during 2001. It is about reconciliation. About going on. About finding peace within.

It is built from research of events, weather, and NASA. 

The Japanese grandmother is not my children’s grandmother. And my children never fell behind in their studies.

But we do appreciate sky watching. We’ve met more friends than bullies, and once, while exiting a train, a woman, seeing I was having a bad day, placed a peace doll in my hand.

It still brightens our hearts.


Annie’s debut novel Somewhere Among comes out on April 26, 2016. Find research for the book at anniedonwerth-chikamatsu.com, and read more about her life in Japan at Here and There Japan
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