Here's my new contact info:
Phone: 517 741 9671
P.O. BOX 68
Union City, MI 49094
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Patricia receives a large volume of mail, making individual responses to each child not always possible. When more than 2 children write Patricia a letter from the same classroom, a single response is sent addressed to the entire class. This letter can in turn be photocopied and given to each child in the classroom. Please make sure there is a clearly written return address with zip code. Remember to include the teacher's name and/or classroom number. If the following requirements are met, a return letter will be sent within 5 to 7 days.
Patricia does not use a computer, so getting a personal response from Patricia by E-mail is not possible.
To have books signed by Patricia, send book(s) with a self addressed, postage paid, return envelope. Media mail is sufficient for postage as first class postage will not ensure an immediate return. Please allow several weeks for it to be returned, as Patricia is often on tour and not home for weeks at a time.
Classrooms sending "Flat Stanley's" need to allow 4 to 6 weeks for a response. Due to Patricia's work and travel schedule, it is often difficult to respond to these requests.
Both letters and books should be addressed to:
P.O. BOX 68
Union City, MI 49094
I'm so glad you are here and that you would like to know more about me.
I was born in Lansing, Michigan in 1944. Soon after my birth I lived, in Williamston, Michigan and then moved onto my grandparents farm in Union City , Michigan.
I lived on the farm with my mom and Grandparents until 1949. That is when my Babushka (my grandmother ) died and we prepared to move away from Michigan. I must say that living on that little farm with them was the most magical time of my life...and that my Babushka and other grandparents were some of the most inspirational people in my life.
My parents were divorced when I was 3, and both my father and mother moved back into the homes of their parents. I spent the school year with my mother, and the summers with my dad. In both households I was the apple of my grandparents' eyes! I would say that these relationships with my grandparents have most definitely influenced my life and my work. You probably have noticed that in almost every book that I write there is a very young person who is interacting with an elderly person. Personally, I feel that this is the most valuable experience of my life....having the wonder of knowing both children and elderly people.
The respect that I learned as a very young person certainly carried over into my life in later years. I have always like hearing stories from these folks.My genuine curiosity for the wonder of living a very long life prepared me to accept the declining years of my own parents.
To get back to the farm in Union City...this place was so magical to me that I have never forgotten it! This was the place where I heard such wonderful stories told...this was the place that a real meteor fell into our font yard...that very meteorite is now our family headstone in the graveyard here in Union City.
Did I tell you that I now live in Union City? This is after living in Oakland, California for almost 37 years. But, you see, every year I'd come back to Michigan to see my Dad and family.
In 1949 we left the farm to move , first to Coral Gables, Florida. I lived there with my Mom and my brother, Richard, for almost 3 years. Then we moved to Oakland, California . I remained there for most of my young life on into my adulthood. We lived on Ocean View Drive in the Rockridge District. What I loved the most about this neighborhood is that all of my neighbors came in as many colors, ideas and religions as there are people on the planet. How lucky I was to know so many people that were so different and yet so much alike.
It is on Ocean View that I met my best friend, Stewart Grinnell Washington. We are best friends to this day! He has a younger brother, Winston and three sisters; Jackie, Terry and Robin.When I was a student in elementary school I wasn't a very good student. had a terrible time with reading and math. As a matter of fact, I did not learn how to read until I was almost 14 years old. Can you imagine what it was like to see all my friends do so well in school and I wasn't! I thought I was dumb. I didn't like school because there was this boy that always teased me and made me feel even dumber. When I was fourteen, it was learned that I have a learning disability. It is called dyslexia. I felt trapped in a body that wouldn't do what everybody else could do. That was when one of my hero's, my teacher, found what was wrong with me and got me the help I needed to succeed in school. Of course , now that I am an adult, I realize that being learning disabled does not mean DUMB AT ALL! As a matter of fact, I have learned that being learning disabled only means that I cannot learn the way most of you do. As a matter of fact most learning disabled children are actually GENIUSES! once I learned how to read and caught up with the rest of my fellow students, I did very well.
I went on to Uuniversity, majored in Fine Art, then went on to do a graduate degree and even ended up with a Ph.D. in Art History. For a time I restored ancient pieces of art for museums. I eventually became the mother of two children, Steven and Traci, and devoted much of my days to their education and upbringing.
I did not start writing children's books until I was 41 years old. Mind you the "art" has always been there for me most of my life. Apparently one of the symptoms of my disability in academics is the ability of draw very, very well. So drawing, painting and sculpture has always been a part of my life even before I started illustrating my books. The books were quite a surprise, really. Mind you, I came from a family of incredible storytellers. My mother's people were from the Ukraine and Russia...my father's people were from Ireland. My extended family,(Stewart's family) were from the bayous of Louisiana...also great story tellers. When you are raised on HEARING stories.....NOT SEEING THEM, you become very good at telling stories yourself. So at the age of 41 I started putting stories that I told down on paper and did drawings to help illustrate them...I guess the rest is history.
I have enjoyed a wonderful career of writing books for children . Who could have guessed that little girl that was having such a tough time in school would end up an illustrator and author. Children and adults alike ask me where I get my ideas...I get them from the same place that you do....MY IMAGINATION... I would guess the reason my imagination is so fertile is because I came from storytelling and, WE DID NOT OWN A T.V.!!!!!!!!! You see, when one is a writer, actor, dancer, musician; a creator of any kind, he or she does these things because they listen to that "voice" inside of them. All of us have that "voice". It is where all inspired thoughts come from....but when you have electronic screens in front, of you, speaking that voice for you... it DROWNS OUT THE VOICE! When I talk to children and aspiring writers, I always ask them to listen to the voice, turn off the T.V. and
Now that I have moved back to Union City I am intending to open my house and community and invite people to come there to take part in writing seminars, story telling festivals, literature conferences and various events that celebrate children's literature. Keep an eye on my newsletter and my coming soon page and you may wish to come to one of these events.
Much love, and I look forward to seeing you and meeting you in person.
Clara and Davie
Just in Time, Abraham Lincoln
Gifts of the Heart
The Blessing Cup
The Keeping Quilt 25th Anniversary
The Art of Miss Chew
Bun Bun Button
The Junkyard Wonders
In Our Mother's House
For The Love of Autumn
The Lemonade Club
Someone for Mr. Sussman
Ginger and Petunia
Something About Hensley's
Rotten Richie and the Ultimate Dare
The Graves Family Goes Camping
Mommies Say Shhh!
An Orange for Frankie
John Philip Duck
The Graves Family
G is for Goat
When Lightning Comes in a Jar
Mr. Lincoln's Way
Luba and the Wren
Thank You Mr. Falker
In Enzo's Splendid Gardens
Trees of the Dancing Goats
I Can Hear the Sun
Aunt Chip and the Triple Creek Dam Affair 1996
Babushka's Mother Goose
My Ol' Man
My Rotten Redheaded Older Brother 1994
Pink and Say
Just Plain Fancy
Tikvah Means Hope
Babushka Baba Yaga
The Bee Tree
Picnic at Mudsock Meadow
Mrs. Katz and Tush
Uncle Vova's Tree
Boat Ride With Lillian Two Blossom
The Keeping Quilt
Casey At The Bat