Our Tree Named Steve, by Alan Zweibel

Dear Kids, A long time ago, when you were little, Mom and I took you to where we wanted to build a house. . . . I remember there was one tree, however, that the three of you couldn’t stop staring at. . . . After the family spares him from the builders, Steve the…

Illustrating the Story

My three most recent books all needed an illustrator, and I’m still meditating on the complex, enchanting, puzzling experience of watching another human being draw pictures of something I imagined. Here’s what it’s puzzling. All of my stories have an illustrator – inside my head. The story-maker in my brain provides vivid images for every…