Author, Tree Street Kids
Are your kids feeling as anxious as you are these days? This past year, maybe like no other, has been a test of…well…everything. My kids are grown now, and I can only imagine what 2020+ has been like for parents of young children. Oddly enough, my children’s book Jack vs. the Tornado, which released April […]
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It’s BOOK LAUNCH DAY! The new Tree Street Kids middle grade series from Moody Publisher (and me!) has been officially RELEASED INTO THE WILD!
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What’s on the new Tree Street Kids series website…?
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When my son was a young boy, he had a dream that he found me dead beneath a pile of dirty clothes…
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My six-year-old proudly held up his Styrofoam cup full of dirt. I knew his teacher was using the planting of marigold seeds to teach the children about death and resurrection. “They’re my flowers,” he announced, despite no sign of life. He then pointed to the wooden barrel sitting on the corner of the patio where, […]
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I can’t believe we’re only one month away (April 6!) from the release of Jack vs. the Tornado and The Hunt for Fang, the first two books in the Tree Street Kids middle grade (8-12) series. The Tree Street Kids live on Cherry, Oak, Maple, and Pine … but their 1990s suburban neighborhood isn’t all […]
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After 1 1/2 years of working on the first two books in my new middle grade series, the Tree Street Kids, the day has finally come for the COVER REVEALS! Thank you to the gifted Aedan Peterson for this amazing cover art and the interior illustrations, which truly capture the spirits of the characters. Thanks […]
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VIDEO: Book 2 title reveal . . . and a very special cameo appearance!
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Arnold Lobel, the author of the classic Frog and Toad books said this, and I love it . . . To be making books for children is to be in a sort of state of grace. He explained that writing children’s books allowed him the freedom and pleasure of being an adult but also the […]
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Mr. A rarely smiled and his dress shoes—as black and shiny as his slicked down hair—squeaked. I think I saw him smile once. A little. I don’t remember. He was quiet like me. I do remember the five-shelf classroom library he stocked with books just for the fifth and sixth graders who shared the same room all day long.
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Amanda Cleary Eastep 