Grandma Has Solutions


“Look!” said peter, “There’s someone waiting for you too. I told you that Grandma always has a solution for everything!

Peter and the Seal by Rick de Haas

Change Memory and Fog


…a silent goodbye, to a place that had changed me forever—and the place that, more than any graveyard, would forever contain the memory, and the mystery, of my grandfather. They were linked inextricably, he and that island, and I wondered, now that both were gone, if I would ever really understand what had happened to me: what I had become; was becoming. I had come to the island to solve my grandfather’s mystery, and in doing so I had discovered my own. Watching Cairnholm disappear felt like watching the only remaining key to that mystery sink beneath the dark waves. And then the island was simply gone, swallowed up by a mountain of fog.

Hollow City: The Second Novel in Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs

Grandma Is Who She Is


That night at bedtime Mom and Dad told me how proud they were.

“I’m proud of you too,” said a voice from the doorway.

“Grandma!” I said. “I’m sorry I told you not to be a ninja!”

“No,” said grandma. “I’m through being a ninja anyway.”

“What?” I cried. “You’re just going to be a regular old grandma?”

“I didn’t say that,” she said.

“I’m going to be a pirate instead.”

My Grandma’s a Ninja, written by Todd Tarpley and illustrated by Danny Chatzikonstantinou

Happy Day of the Ninja!

Star-Finding Storyteller


He wore old soft clothes and sat in an old chair on an old green porch and told stories. The stranger they were the truer he looked and I believed every one.

My Friend the Starfinder, written by George Ella Lyon and illustrated by Stephen Gammell

Ice Fishing with Grandpa


“Three trays of tackle. Sinkers, spoons and spins. Four watery holes. Tunnels to peek in. Oooooh.”

One Frozen Lake, written by Deborah Jo Larson and illustrated by Steve Johnson and Lou Fancher.

Published by the Minnesota Historical Society Press.

Grandmother’s Power


But Carlos remembers Abuela’s quiet power, the way she held ailing children in her arms and cured them. The way she could walk down a village road when she was well. The village was complete with her presence, even though she’d been so quiet. She hardly needed to say a word. Her power had spoken for itself..”

La Neveria a short story in Voice Lessons: Tales of Breaking Free; by Catherine Holm