Like someone invading my personal space, the forest leaned in.  I wanted to back away, but everywhere I turned more trees towered, more twigs and bushes grabbed at my sandals and pulled my hair.  Even the smell, dirty and moldy like a rag left on the kitchen counter too long, clutched at me.

"What would you do with a Bigfoot?"  I wanted to sound like I didn't care, but my voice came out all squeaky and forced.

His deep brown eyes narrowed.  His rosy cheeks puffed out.  Then he laughed.  A short, powerful note like the blow of a trumpet.   

"No one CATCHES a Bigfoot, dummy."

Contemporary Novels for the Middle Grades 

Telling stories kids want told.



Excerpt from The Do-Nothings