Got a call from my mother a few years back. “I'm on my way! Can't wait to see you and my grand-babes. This is going to be a wonderful Mother's Day," she exclaimed. "Hope you didn't forget."
I had completely forgotten.
After a frantic clean-up and a trip to the store, I gave her a stuffed giraffe, a packet of forget-me-not seeds and the promise of a story to follow.
The story bloomed into “The Forgetful Giraffe” and I couldn’t help but notice that it was just a bit autobiographical. I wrote another story for my husband and then kept chugging along, writing for my children and for anyone else I could think of. I called the stories Suburban Tails. Though most stories were told or stayed in my head, fragmented, some made it to paper. And that's where they stayed.
Bounce forward a decade. My nephew Jon Bidwell got hold of a story and brought it into another dimension. It is Jon, his unique talent and perspective, coupled with hours and hours and more countless hours of sketching, that made these stories ready for the public. I am grateful that he stepped aside from his fine art and murals to bring these characters to life.