Category Archives: Forgiveness for Child

Parents, Be Happy For Your Children To Read the I AM HAPPY Series!

What is the happy place? The happy place is a feeling within us. When we’re happy everything feels good and easy. We are glad to be alive. Happiness is something we are born with, and it never leaves us.  What does a happy child feel like? A happy child feels excited by life and sees… Read More…

I Am Happy When I Meet Someone New

I am happy when I meet someone new. When I look them straight in the eyes to say hello they feel happy, too.  Do you look people in the eyes when you meet them? ~Excerpt from the I Am Happy series of children’s picture books I was doing an author visit at an elementary school… Read More…

I Am Happy When I’m Around My Family

I am happy when I’m around my family even though we are different from other families.  Is your family different from other families? ~Excerpt from Book Three of the I Am Happy picture book series My family is from Italy. I grew up hearing Italian, eating Italian food, and learning the Catholic religion.  I didn’t… Read More…

I Am Happy When I Am Wearing Exactly What I Want To Wear

I am happy when I am wearing exactly what I want to wear. Even if it is a little crazy. What do you like to wear? Is it crazy? ~excerpt from Book Two of the I Feel Happy series of children’s picture books I was in third grade when I realized, for the first time,… Read More…

I Am Happy When I Treat An Animal With Kindness

I am happy when I treat an animal with kindness. I know it is happy too, when it crawls in my lap and purrs. When you are gentle with an animal, how do you know it is happy? ~excerpt from Book One of the I Am Happy picture book series Who does not love animals?… Read More…

New Picture Book Series, I AM HAPPY!

There was a time when we were truly happy. We actually looked for happiness, never thinking we wouldn’t find it. We explored the world around us without fear, only curiosity. We were sad and angry sometimes, but only because it was necessary for us to know what we didn’t like. Soon we were on to… Read More…

My Mother’s Hands

My Mother’s Hands

Growing up, I didn’t really look like anyone in my family.  Adults would study me and proclaim that I must have come from the Milk Man.  When I was mad at my family, for whatever reason, I’d use this as a tool to feel sorry for myself, casting myself as the outsider. There was, however,… Read More…