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.
My short story Racing Rules took second prize in the Owl Canyon Press competition.
Blog
One of the reasons I love writing for children is the research – spending time with potential readers. I love their reactions: pointing to a beautiful illustration to identify colors or objects, or giggling at the humor of a raccoon pretending to be the babysitter. Children react with excitement to every turn of the page. What will happen next?
Working with children learning to enjoy words and books brings back memories of learning to communicate in different countries where I’ve lived. I...
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...
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