The Princess fell down the front steps this morning, scraped foot, snuggles in momma's arms while running from one place the next over the next few hours. Within a few minutes of the fall I had written a short story about it, told it to her and later, during lunch, typed it up. Now, if I have time, I'll send it off to one of these sweet little Berkeley publishers. Wish me luck. I have been searching, begging, pleading, trying to find good stories for little girls. There aren't many.
"The Paperbag Princess" = wonderful, but it only shows a rejection of a certain path, not an acceptance of something wonderful.
"Princesses Can Wear Hiking Boots" or whatever it is called = horrendously bad. As if a girl had to ask about what shoes are ok to wear in the first place.
Millicent the Magnificent" = possibly my favorite book for girls, but it only presents a girl's ability to try out new things, not her ability to solve problems, make change, etc.
All the current bestsellers are atrocious -- Olivia the Pig, Angelina Ballerina (not too bad, but not hot either),
