My name is Mrs. D. and I am an author of children's books. Currently, I’m juggling many projects including several new books. I love to write. I love this beautiful language. I write because I have something to share. I write because maybe someday, someone in this world may need my experience. I write for one simple reason. I love how it makes me feel: free.
Sitting on the doorstep, the lonely little girl looked at the blossoming garden. After filling thirsty trees with fresh water, the short afternoon rain finally stopped. The warm spring storm dragged rain clouds behind the horizon and disappeared, leaving a clear blue sky. Quietly rustling with new green leaves, the garden trees, ready to bloom any minute, opened up their half-closed buds to the warm sun. The green branches, tossed in the soft breeze, were bursting with beautiful flowers, sparkling with crystal raindrops, lit by the dancing sunrays. The blossoming trees attracted noisy bees and colorful butterflies, trying to land inside their open flowers. The playful Old Wind gently breathed, wandering inside the curly crowns of the young trees. Playing day and night with their newborn flowers, he spread honey-scented blossoms through the small garden. Spring was in full bloom!
The three blooming trees were returning to life after the long harsh winter. There was Sassy, the beautiful magnolia, and two sisters, Shadow, the weeping cherry tree and Chance, the plum tree. Planted by caring people in the old garden many years ago, they grew in one group by the wide window. The garden trees bloomed every spring in front of the small house, giving joy to many people who walked by.
One day, a little girl moved to the small house from a different country. Unable to speak the new language, she could not play outside with the other children. Peering through the fence at the busy street, she wished that she could talk to the kids and play with them as she used to in her old country. Often teased and called a mute in school, she was too shy to talk...
I was walking along a stretch of road on the beautiful intercoastal, enjoying
a slowly falling sunset. A beautiful strip of blue water stretched in front of
my eyes, sparkling with dancing sunbeams. Slowly rolling waves playfully slapped
the sandy shore, quietly playing a soothing melody. The last sunbeams blinded
my eyes, and squinting, I looked at the wonderful view around me. My thoughts
were so far away from the busy day, which had been filled with the Internet and
bad news on TV.
“Smile!” the young man said, as he watched me walking toward the traffic
light. I looked away from the water and glanced at him. Smiling, the young man
stood on the other side of the street, holding a handwritten sign in his hands.
I slowed my walking pace and took a closer look at his sign: “Help us to take
back America!” I raised my eyebrows in surprise and watched the young man. He
was waiting for me to cross the road, and when the traffic light changed, he
left his spot and started maneuvering between the cars. His friends were busy too,
approaching cars that stopped at the traffic light.
I took a quick look at the young protesters, full of energy and health.
They were well dressed and did not seem to be hungry or unhappy. The evening
was warm and beautiful, and I wondered what these young people were protesting.
Some protesters stood on the side of the road holding their homemade signs, while
others were talking to total strangers. I read their signs on the fence: “We
are the 99%!”
“Fight the 1% fat cats! Give America back to us!” I did not understand what
they wanted. What kind of America would they like to take back? America
belonged to all of us: to happily screaming children playing in the nearby park,
to people hurrying home after work, to the homeless man sitting on the bench. I
did not notice any sad faces in the crowd. People enjoyed themselves in
restaurants, peacefully dining on the terrace. Cheerful musicians played
pleasant tunes in the park, and the homeless man ate his pizza on a bench, enjoying
the free entertainment. He wasn’t interested in the young protesters talking to
the drivers. He was homeless, but he wasn’t protesting.
As I watched people gathering for a glass of wine, I wondered what these
young protesters wanted from life. Most of them had grown up sheltered by the
previous generation. They had lived a better life and had it much easier than
the generations before them.
“Save our America! Join us to fight the fat cats! Be one of us!” I read the
many signs on the fence. I watched the young man with his handwritten sign, not
saying anything about what he wanted personally. Confused, I was ready to cross
the street, but he stopped me. What
America is this young man protesting? I wondered as I looked into his face.
“Smile!” The young protester flashed a big grin. A bright sparkle appeared
in his eyes. I smiled. I had something to smile about; my dreams had come true.
I lived in America, his beautiful country.
“Join the 99%!” He lifted his sign to my face, but I did not see exactly what
percent he was. I wondered why he didn’t write what number he was on his sign. He
was in his late twenties, or possibly early thirties, clean shaven and well
spoken. I was sure America needed his help, but certainly not on the street as
a protester. He did not look like a lost soul, drowning in darkness. Reading
the posters hanging on the side of the road, I wondered what made him so
desperate and angry.
“What number are you?” I asked him straight out.
“We are the 99%! Help us to fight the 1%!” The young protester avoided my
question and flashed two signs in front of my face.
Unfair battle, I thought instantly.
99% against 1%. Shouldn’t it be the other
way around? I asked myself. As we talked, a dog walker passed by with a
bunch of excited dogs, fighting for his attention. They growled at each other,
and the dog walker had a hard time controlling them on their long leashes.
Annoyed, he stopped by the fence and the curious pooches stared at the signs.
Puzzled, they probably wondered which category they belonged to. A snobby German
shepherd was interested in the 1%. A few yapping Chihuahuas and two mellow Shih Tzu leaned
toward the 99%. A polite longhaired collie could not decide which sign was
better and pulled the dog walker from one sign to another.
Just like people, I thought. I
did not know which number I was either. I never liked measuring myself by numbers.
“You must be the 99%” the young man said as he looked at my simple clothing.
I was sure that I wasn’t either number he showed me. I took a deep breath and looked
at the beautiful view.
“It is a dazzling sunset,” he said. I nodded, but my attention was drawn to
the dogs fighting over the signs. Confused, they ran barking from one sign to the
other. Now the Chihuahuas decided they wanted to be number 1, but the German
shepherd wasn’t happy about it and pushed the little barking rats back where
they belonged, to number 99. The two Shih Tzu didn’t care; by their nature they
were loving dogs, and it didn’t make any difference to them which number they were.
They knew, once they got back home, they would get a treat anyway.
Watching the fighting dogs, I was confused myself. If I had to choose
between the two signs, I did not know what I would do. I looked at the German
shepherd. The big dog barked, protecting his sign with the 1%. The mellow collie
decided not to get involved and stood in the middle.
“Calm down, old fellow!” I glanced at the barking dog. I didn’t need to get
in a fight over a stupid percentage. I knew who I was. I was sure I was not
99%, but neither was I 1%. Maybe I was somewhere in the middle, or maybe a hair
higher. The man tried to read my face.
“Why should I be labeled by a number?” I asked the young man.
“I am with the 99%!” the man said firmly. I looked at the protective Chihuahuas,
showing their sharp little teeth. They liked their 99% number.
“So what is your number?” the young man asked playfully. I stared at the
barking dogs fighting over the numbers. The dogs tangled their leashes around
the dog watcher’s legs and he had a hard time controlling them.
“Are you with us?” the young protester asked impatiently. He looked at my
cheap sneakers and ten-dollar shirt. I uncomfortably pulled down my sweaty walking
shirt and stepped to the side, worried about my smelly sneakers. He took out a
printed sign and handed me the number 99%. I turned it upside down.
“It will make you number 66.” The man laughed. I agreed. I was somewhere
close to that number; maybe a tiny bit lower.
“Why are you number 99?” I asked the young man. “Why do you choose this
“Haven’t you heard about us?” the man asked, surprised. “We are all over
the country! We are on every corner protesting Wall Street! We are the new 99%
moment! Sounds cool, doesn’t it?”
He sounded excited. The number 99 was not my favorite number; it was not an
even number. I like balance in everything. I glanced at the calmly splashing
waves, slowly rocking the enormous expensive yachts docked by the shore. I
wished I could step foot on one of them, but I was not upset; it was not one of
my childhood dreams.
“Nice yachts!” The young man said, openly admiring the toys of rich men. I agreed.
“They are the 1%” the man said.
“Nice toys!” I said. “They come with a price, a lot of sweat and hard work.
Many people aren’t ready to pay that price,” I said, looking at the white floating
“I would pay the price if I had the chance, but the fat cats stole my life.”
The young man burned with fury.
“You want to be 1%?” I asked, stunned. “So, what are you doing on this side
of the road?” The protester was visibly upset.
“I am an intelligent man. I have two degrees and I used to own two
businesses,” he said angrily. “But I lost everything. The fat cats took away my
The man’s face flashed red with anger. He was getting annoyed with the
strange foreign woman. “I think you are on the wrong side of road,” he said
“The expensive yacht will not fall in your lap if you walk with your sign
on this side,” I said quietly. “Everyone wants to be number 1, but not everyone
has the guts to do what it takes.”
“You are a foreigner; you know nothing about America,” the man said
bitterly. “You should be with us!” He looked at my worn sneakers. “You are definitely
“Somewhere in the middle,” I said calmly. “How did you reach the end of your
rope?” I asked curiously. The young man was offended.
“I worked hard,” he defended himself. I looked in his eyes, full of
desperation. I knew his pain; I had been in his position many times. I arrived
in the U.S. with just a few hundred dollars in my pocket.
“You lost your business, that’s a fact, but you have your education and a
wonderful country standing behind you. America will help you, but you must help
yourself first. Use your head and the knowledge you have.”
“I’ve lost hope. I worked hard.” The man smiled shyly.
“Not hard enough. You let go too soon,” I said. “I held on to my business with
my teeth for years. It wasn’t easy, but I refused to be another statistic. You
are right. I am a foreigner, but I know what numbers mean. One crazy shepherd
runs a flock of sheep to the slaughterhouse. Wake up! Use your two degrees. You
studied hard to be on the wrong side of the road, holding up a hopeless sign.
Work harder and do what it takes. Don’t expect to get rich fast. It won’t
happen quickly. I made it, and you can make it too. Be 1%! Prove to yourself
and to the world that you deserve to be number ONE. Keep a balance in nature!” The
young man did not say anything.
“Look at those dogs!” I pointed to the fighting dogs. The dogs were barking;
they had a hard time figuring percentages. The German shepherd pushed the Chihuahuas
away from the 1% sign and they barked back with their high-pitched voices. The
undecided collie went out of control and cried loudly; she’d had enough of making
decisions. The two Shih Tzu were scared and hid under the bushes. I laughed; it
reminded me of the White House: everyone screaming, but no one listening.
Suddenly, a playful squirrel jumped from the tree and distracted the barking
dogs. Scared, she ran to another tree, but the dogs didn’t see her and started barking
at the wrong tree. We laughed.
“The dogs are barking up the wrong tree,” the man said agreeably.
“Like the White House…” I commented.
“Nobody listens,” he concluded. The dog watcher reached for the treats and
the dogs got quiet, happily wagging their tails.
“Walk on the right side of street,” I said. “The dogs don’t care. I am not a
I walked away from the protester. Walking home, I thought how fortunate I was
to escape a harsh life in my old country, where I was just another number. How
wonderful it is to breathe free and walk down the streets safely, and have a peaceful
conversation with a smart young man. How grateful I am to live in beautiful
America. I saw the dogs who did not agree with each other, but they did not
bite the hand that fed them. Unlike the young man, I did not want to be 1%, but
I refused to be 99% either.
Exciting children’s stories await you!
The Trees Have Hearts
Mom's Choice Award Winner-Books : Inspirational / Motivational
The story of a young girl, left friendless because she could not speak a new language, will touch your heart. It will take your child into the imaginary world of a little girl who moved to America from a different country. Unable to speak English, the lonely girl could not find friends. She lived in an old house with a small garden, where three blooming trees and the mysterious wind became her first imaginary friends. The garden friends developed a wonderful friendship with the lonely girl, and helped her overcome her fears and worries. Through the story, they taught her how to make real friends and helped her cope with difficult moments while adapting to new surroundings. Unforgettable characters will open a beautiful imaginary world to young readers, inviting them to share the fears, tears and joys of a little girl. The story will teach the true meaning of friendship while showing readers the beauty of nature. This book will open an unknown imaginary world through the eyes of a child ...
Carlo the Mouse on Vacation
A funny story, full of the adventures and troubles of Carlo the mouse, who lives a simple life in a Florida hospital but always dreams of greater things. In this vibrant picture book, a daring mouse takes center stage in an adventure even bigger than his appetite. Carlo has never been outside the four walls of his home and he has one unfulfilled wish-a vacation. In a twist of fate, he unexpectedly finds himself embarking on his adventures and misadventures by accidentally landing inside an open car trunk, catching the wrong bus, and boarding an airplane that takes him halfway around the world to Paris. The shrewd Carlo finds a way to survive the most unusual situations while dodging-or causing-mayhem along the way, touching readers' hearts and making them laugh.
The City Kittens and the Old House Cat
A Christmas story about sharing and giving.
This story revolves around Christmastime and a family who once adopted a lost kitten, naming it Nyda. Nyda has now grown old and has settled into a calm, uneventful life with her new family—until the day before Christmas, when the family’s older daughter brings two playful kittens, Mickey and Jack, home for the holidays. The two kittens from the big city are a change for the family, and for Nyda. The old cat likes her settled life and is not happy about the new arrivals. She’s also very protective of her belongings. The city kittens annoy her, and the old cat grumbles about the new additions to the family—until she hears a story one night that makes her feel bad. The kittens aren’t the soft or spoiled brats she had thought they were…
Good Morning, World!
Mom's Choice Award Winner - Books:Fiction - General Glide gently into the beautiful morning with Baby Thomas and his grandpa. The sun is shining brightly through the wide window and the flowers, trees, birds, and other creatures have already started their day. Brilliant colors of the dawning day wake up the park, and Baby Thomas is ready for a walk. While walking in the park with his grandpa, they see the same things but from a different perspective. Baby Thomas wants to hug the wonderful world around him, but his grandpa has a different opinion. In this book, young readers will easily connect to the wonders of nature and unforgettable characters, playfully interacting with each other. Join happy Baby Thomas and his grandpa for a walk and have a delightful, uplifting morning!
Runaway Clothes ~ ( Coming 2014! ) ~
An enlightening story about a little girl named Nika who didn't want to take care of her clothes and toys. One hazy morning when Nika opened her closet, she discovered that it was empty. Her clothes had disappeared! What had happened to her shirts and pants? Where did her favorite dresses, coats, and socks go? Why did they leave her with just her pajamas on this misty morning? Will they come back? Taking a closer look at her room, Nika starts thinking about her attitude toward her clothes and toys. "How easy it is to lose something you love so much." She learns an important lesson at the end of this story. Watch your children have a blast reading this story while learning valuable lessons.
The Royal Palm ~ ( Coming 2014! ) ~
A thought-provoking tale of the journey of a royal palm born on a deserted island surrounded by dark waters. This tender story explores the world of a royal palm wrapped up in herself. Protected by her cousins, the short, plain palms, the royal palm grew up beautiful, but very self-centered. Dreaming about life outside the island, the selfish palm did not bother with her friends, who lived as one big family. Immersed in her own beauty, she only cared for herself, until one day a storm struck the tiny island. Then she discovered that nobody can live alone. The royal palm learned about courage, friendship, and the true meaning of family. An inspiring story with valuable lessons to be learned and shared.
The Mysterious Life Inside a Closet ~ ( Coming 2014! ) ~
Who made a mess in the closet? This enchanting story contains an amusing dialogue between the strange occupants of a closet and a curious kitten. Much to its surprise, the nosy kitten finds itself in the middle of a huge disagreement between the black broom and the other occupants of the closet. The blue sponge is sensitive, the purple duster is upset, the red vacuum cleaner is furious, and the black broom cannot rest until she discovers who made the mess. Sneak into a dark closet with a kitten and see who causes mayhem! Was it the silver bucket, the green dustpan, the lost slipper, the sleepy mop, or the old cat that made the mess? Read and reread this story until you find out! This entertaining story may start with a mess, but it ends with children laughing!
That Is How Things Are (two connected stories) ~ ( Coming 2014! ) ~
“The Autumn Wind”—A moving story about the powerful wind and the peaceful garden, and how things change quickly when the callous autumn wind unleashes his power. “The Kitten and the Sparrow”—A heartwarming story about friendship between a kitten and a sparrow, and how the little kitten learns about the power of nature.
Carlo the Mouse, Book 1: Too Many Rules for One Little Mouse
Grab your boots and hold on to your hat, because you are in for an exciting trip! The new series of Carlo the Mouse has been born. Too Many Rules for One Little Mouse is the first in a series of books on Carlo’s adventures. Each book will give readers an entertaining look into the life of a little mouse born inside a hospital’s walls. Clever, curious, and very impatient, Carlo the mouse dreams of the world outside the hospital. His parents teach him how to follow the rules and how to survive on his own, but Carlo’s insatiable desire for adventure constantly gets him in trouble. Will the little adventurer manage to survive when he leaves home? You’ll find out in Mrs. D.’s next books on Carlo the mouse. Let your imagination soar in this full series of Carlo’s adventures!
Carlo the Mouse, Book 2: Now We're Talking! ~ ( Coming soon! ) ~
Listen to the news and keep your eyes open, because a curious little mouse has had his wish come true! Now We’re Talking! is the second in a series of books on Carlo’s adventures. This nosy little mouse leaves home for the first time to explore life inside the hospital. But Hospitalia is a strange place, and there’s no place for him to hide. Cold, sterile, and unfriendly, the hospital looks nothing like Carlo had imagined while sitting at home. Before he knows what’s up, the kitchen staff are on his tail. Will the hungry mouse manage to trick the hospital manager, cook, and exterminator without breaking the rules his parents taught him? You’ll find out in Mrs. D.’s next book on Carlo the Mouse, What’s Going On? If this clever mouse outwits you, don’t get discouraged. Keep reading and follow Carlo’s adventures!
Carlo the Mouse, Book 3: What's Going On? ~ ( Coming soon! ) ~
Trouble! Where did that ravenous little mouse come from who's disturbing the peace in the hospital? What's Going On? is the third in a series of books on the adventures of Carlo the mouse. Carlo knew he was not supposed to go near the manager's office, but when the kitchen staff were chasing him, he made a choice that started a war. This is only Carlo's first time out, and already everyone is after him. Imagine what could happen when he learns his way around the hospital! He likes to eat, and is growing like a mushroom after the rain. Will this be the end of our curious little mouse, or will Carlo manage to outsmart the clever manager, angry cook, and sneaky exterminator so he can go home safely? You'll find out in Mrs. D.'s next books on Carlo the mouse. Remember, Hospitalia is a strange place .
Carlo the Mouse, Book 4: Rules Are for a Reason ~ ( Coming soon! ) ~
More trouble for the Most Wanted Mouse! The hospital cook, manager, and exterminator have proclaimed war against the mice of the world! Rules Are for a Reason is the fourth in a series of books on Carlo the mouse. Always hungry, the curious little mouse snoops underneath each door, driving the hospital staff crazy. He’s constantly breaking the rules his parents taught him. One morning, Carlo wakes up sick. Horrified, he leaps from his bed and looks in the mirror—and finds he looks like a meatball! Fly disease? Mousesclerosis? Chickenpoxsclerosis? Sounds long! What sickness did the carefree mouse catch while exploring the hospital? Will Carlo turn into a chicken … or a frog … or maybe a prince? You’ll find out in the next book on Carlo’s adventures: Nothing Is Safe in a Mouse’s Life. If you want to know if Carlo will learn to follow the rules Papa Mouse and Mama Mouse taught him, you must read every day and follow your parents’ rules. More exciting adventures of Carlo the Mouse await you!
Carlo the Mouse, Book 5: Nothing is Safe in a Mouse's Life ~ ( Coming soon! ) ~
A whisker-licking story of one kind little mouse! Who would ever suspect that Carlo would meet Fidel the cat inside the hospital? Who would ever believe that the tricky young mouse would outsmart the old cat? Who would ever imagine that for the first time in his life, the daring mouse would venture away from his home and find himself outside the hospital? Homeless, cold, and hungry, Carlo and his family face attacks from vicious birds. Throughout his dangerous journey, Carlo finds adventure aplenty. He learns about life outside the hospital and the dangers that mice face on a daily basis. Determined to return home safely, Carlo has grown up and finally understands why he must obey the rules his parents taught him. Follow the unexpected adventures of this bold little mouse!
Carlo the Mouse, Book 6: It's my life! ~ ( Coming soon! ) ~
Once a mouse falls in love, almost anything can happen! His heart skips a beat! He can't eat, drink, or sleep! He is tossing in bed, losing rest and extra fat! He bleaches his brown hair and becomes a blond mouse! What is going on with Carlo? Papa Mouse is distressed. Is he getting a heart attack? Carlo looks like a bleached punk! Mama Mouse is in shock. Their little mouse has grown up, and he is in love with a cute mouse. He is getting married, dear friends! The young mouse gets his wish. He soon has a pretty wife and a bunch of kids, but he still dreams of seeing the world. Life is short, and a day can hold many adventures. Sliding off a roof, Carlo falls inside an open car trunk . Kick off your boots, hold your hats, and enjoy this book, my little friends.