Liz Wilder
"Telling stories about the overlooked."
Liz is an author who has lived on four continents, sailed across sparkling seas, taught English in displacement camps, and discovered magic in the colors, sounds, and traditions of different cultures.
A lifelong lover of art and imagination, Liz writes books that help children see the world through curious, joyful eyes. She believes every child deserves to feel seen, heard, and inspired—wherever they come from.
When not writing, Liz loves visiting museums (500 and counting), sailing, listening to world music, and trying snacks from different countries - especially the crunchy ones!.
"Telling stories about the overlooked."
Liz is an author who has lived on four continents, sailed across sparkling seas, taught English in displacement camps, and discovered magic in the colors, sounds, and traditions of different cultures.
A lifelong lover of art and imagination, Liz writes books that help children see the world through curious, joyful eyes. She believes every child deserves to feel seen, heard, and inspired—wherever they come...
Writing
Published in Dirigible Balloon, the poetry magazine for children.
Blog
I am experimenting with an app that lets me present back matter visually via the below link.
https://padlet.com/liz67206/the-edgecomb-jar-gbvhsh85h1q34d1g
Please let me know what you think about the Padlet. Is it useful? Interesting?
Growing up, the Japanese maple in my yard was designated as "the little kid's tree". The low branching pattern made this particular tree easy for even small people to climb. Chubby hands could grasp the thick bottom branch. With a hop and a heave, I was up, up, up, twelve full inches off the ground and into a world of my own.
I could be a princess in a castle or a firefighter on a ladder, or - if I brought a banana - Curious George. The change in elevation made anything possible. It felt like...
One of my goals is to write a children's book about death. I know, bad idea, right? But I've worked with refugees and displaced persons. I've seen children at their first funeral. I tend to write about things that are overlooked. It seems to me that very few books deal with the sadness of permanent loss.
Here are some things I've heard kids ask or say. Each speaker was less than eight years old:
Why are we putting her in the ground? Heaven is up.
I'm sick and tired of Trey being dead.
Can't we...