TRICIA SPRINGSTUBB – K-6
BIOGRAPHY:
Here’s a little about me. I was born a looong time ago, when girls had to wear dresses to school and no one had heard of soccer. I was the oldest of five kids, and there’s a rumor I was very bossy, though you shouldn’t believe everything you hear. (It’s true that when we put on shows, I was always the director.) Our neighborhood was a little like the Wild West–no sidewalks, fences, or street lights. We played baseball in the street, with our mailbox for first base. One of my favorite things was going to the beach. My father taught me to swim in beautiful Long Island Sound.
When I was small my mother, who loved to read, took me to the library. When I was old enough, I rode my bike there by myself. I’d fill my bike basket with as many books as I could. I learned to write by osmosis–absorbing one story after another.
When I grew up, I was a (really bad) waitress, a (really fun) Headstart teacher, a (really really lucky) mama, and some other things, too. The stories I wrote were just for me. It was my husband Paul who urged me to send them out into the world (he’s a teacher and very smart). In the beginning, no one wanted to publish me. I got buried in The Avalanche of Rejections. But like anything else you practice, writing gets better the more you do it. The day I got a letter saying my first story had been accepted, I performed The Dance of Joy beside the mailbox.
The world is full of wonderful things, but it’s got lots of gritty bits, too. For me, writing is like a window–every day I look out and discover something new. I hope my books are step stools my readers can climb on and look out with me.
BOOKS:
- Mo Wren, Lost and Found
- What Happened on Fox Street
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