The Perfect Present


“When you bloom, you’ll be the perfect present!”
Emery planted the lily bulb in his finger-painted pot and hid it behind the shed.
He checked daily to make sure it had plenty of sun and water.
He showered the lily with love and songs.
Weeks passed and the lily grew tall and green under Emery’s care.
Small buds appeared as Mother’s Day approached.
And finally, the special day arrived.
Emery sprinted to his secret spot.
She will love it!
But his grin evaporated when he saw the lily.
The plant stood without a single flower.
Emery dropped to his knees near the no-longer-perfect present.
Shortly after, Mom found him.
“It didn’t bloom,” Emery sobbed.
Mom hugged him close.
“Oh Sweetie, you grew this for me?”
He nodded.
“Look at all the buds just about to pop. It’s perfect!”
Emery brightened.
“When they bloom it will be Mother’s Day number two!”


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Cupid School


Bernard always beat his classmates during Love tests.

“I could make a Love Match with my eyes closed!” Bernard puffed out his chest.

One cupid-trainee rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right.”

“I’m the best. Just wait and see!” Bernard skyrocketed off.

He spotted his first possible pair.

“Mustard is the best!” the boy shouted.

“Ketchup rules!” the girl snapped.

Bernard watched from the clouds as the two argued in front of a hotdog stand.

They will make a perfect pair, thought Bernard.

And certain of his amazingness, he closed his eyes.


He pulled back his heart-arrow.




The arrow whizzed through the air and THWAP!

Bernard smiled at how incredible he was and opened his eyes to see…


His heart arrow struck the boy as planned.

But instead of falling for the girl, the boy leapt for the ketchup bottle.

“You were in front of me this whole time,” the boy caressed the red container.

“Hey, that’s my ketchup!” shrieked the girl.

But off the boy skipped, lovingly squeezing his new ketchup sweetheart.

The girl stared openmouthed at the loss of her favorite condiment.

And Bernard cringed in his cloud hiding spot.

When he was certain no one was looking, Bernard slunk back to Cupid School for a bit more training.



This was so much fun! Check out other incredible short stories in Suzanna Hill’s 4th Annual Valentiny Contest

Mac and Cheese!

This is the first I’ve written (well, in blog-form) since I started this site a year ago. However, not only is it the end of 2018, it is also the day after signing a contract to illustrate my first traditionally published book!

May I please introduce you to MAC AND CHEESE AND THE PERSONAL SPACE CASE written by the talented Jolene Gutiérrez! Click below for a post by Kathy Temean on other upcoming books from Spork.

After receiving the manuscript I went straight to work on sketching out what the main characters would look like. Although Oliver, the boy, and Ms. Lopéz, the teacher, went through a few revisions, I was pretty set in their overall “feel.” Mac and Cheese (the adorable class pet guinea pigs) were my favorite to figure out. I tried multiple techniques to capture their furry, fuzzy, cuddly squishyness and finally settled on the above.

Check back for updates on this upcoming book- set to release late 2019.

It begins…(dun da duuuun)


Over the monitor I can hear my kiddo in his bedroom being oh so quiet for nap. You can tell because he has proudly and repeatedly announced how very super quiet he really really is.  So, I figured now is as good a time as any to try to write something down.

I’ve been working on a rascally rhyming PB for a while now. It’s been mostly on and off, with diddles in illustrations and fidgeting with words, but I still feel like I need to get it all out of my head and into reality before I can move on.

Thus, a WordPress page… mainly in hopes of honing in thoughts (although, truth be told, I simply wanted to comment on someone’s page and needed an account to do so….)

But for whatever initial reason, hello! And please excuse any spider critters on here. They’re helping me work out some kinks in aforementioned picture book.  They’re also here for reminders that I don’t have to always have things polished.

Sometimes figments are best shown in glimpses it seems.