Poet, writer, and the author of numerous picture books, and editor of several anthologies including Here's a Little Poem., About Me: I was born on February 11, 1939 in New York City, the first child of my parents, Isabel and Will Yolen. Because my grandmother Mina Hyatt Yolen's family--the Hyatts--only had girls, a number of us were given their last name as a middle name. So I am Jane Hyatt Yolen. Alas, I am no relation to the Hyatt Hotels, no matter how often I have tried to convince the staffs there. My father was a journalist, writing for the New York newspapers. My mother was a psychiatric social worker until I was born. After that, she never held another full-time paid job (though she did volunteer work), but wrote short stories that didn't sell and made crossword puzzles and acrostics that did. When my father got a higher paying job as a publicity flack for Hollywood movies, we moved to California. I was barely one. We stayed there for a couple of years while he worked on such movies as AMERICAN TRAGEDY and KNUT ROCKNE (starring Ronald Reagan who later became the president of the United States.) We came back to New York City in time for the birth of my brother Steve, after which Daddy went into the army and was shipped off to England. Mommy, Stevie and I spent the World War II years in Newport News, Va. with her mom and dad. When Daddy was wounded and came home a hero, he told me he'd won the war single-handedly, and I believed him. Back to New York, we lived on Central Park West and 97th Street until I turned thirteen. I went to PS 93, where I was a gold star kid, writing a lot and singing with my pals. I took piano lessons, and studied ballet at Balanchine's School of American Ballet. Then I got into Hunter Junior High School and discovered that there were a lot of gold star girls all over the city. What a shock! I had to work hard just to stay in the middle of the class. Two years later, I got into Music and Art High School and was looking forward to starting in the fall, but my parents had other plans. That summer, while Stevie and I were in camp, our parents bought a house in Westport, Connecticut. Aunt Isabelle and Uncle Harry picked us up and brought us to the new house, a large ranch house set on a couple of acres. Off I went to Staples High School where I sang in the choir, was captain of the girl's basketball team, won the debate awards, was News Editor of the school paper, vice president of the Spanish and Latin Clubs - a gold star kid. At Smith College, I discovered (again) that many of the gold star girls were there. I had to work hard just to stay in the middle of the class. But by the end of my four years, I was president of the Press Board, won the poetry and journalism awards, and wrote the lyrics to the class musical as well as starring in our senior show. I wrote a book of poems, many of which were published in small journals like The Grecourt Review, i.e, and the Chicago Jewish Forum. After college, I moved to New York City and became an editor, writing during lunch breaks, evenings, and weekends. I considered myself a poet and a nonfiction writer. But to my surprise, my first book was for children, selling it fon my 22nd birthday. It was called Pirates in Petticoats. I have written over 300 books since then. The first man I married, David Stemple, is the only man I married. He and I had three children and six grandchildren. Alas, he died of cancer in 2006, after 44 years of a wonderful marriage. I live in Western Massachusetts next door to my marvelous daughter Heidi (the little girl in OWL MOON) and her two daughters. My sons live far away with their families, Adam in Minneapolis, Jason in Charleston, SC. I also have a house in Scotland where I live four months of the year. The rest of my life is all book talk. About My Work: My Candlewick books are pretty varied, as are all my books. There is SOFT HOUSE, a picture book about how on rainy days my children used to make a house out of sofa cushions and eat chocolate chip cookies in there, accompanied by the cat. THIS LITTLE PIGGY is a compilation of lap and clapping songs, finger games, knee-bouncing rhymes, and songs (with music by my son Adam), many of the games were ones I use to play with my children when they were small. Our special favorite was "Trot, Trot to Boston," a raucous knee-bouncer. Then there is HERE'S A LITTLE POEM, an anthology of a child's first poems which I collected with my British friend Andrew Fusek Peters and include