Julia Mills – författare

A tender (and humorous!) look at the way tough emotions can make us feel stuck and how the presence of a good friend and a deep belly laugh can make it easier to get through stormy feelings. Complete with back matter to help stuck readers feel better through noticing, smelling, talking, and taking a deep breath, this is a perfect pick for those who loved Grumpy Monkey and The Rabbit Listened.“Stuck?” asks Duck. Yep, Turtle is flipped over on his shell and can’t seem to get un-stuck. Duck suggests wiggling his feet, Kangaroo wants him to wag his tail, and Armadillo says rolling into a ball always does the trick. But Turtle is STILL. STUCK.Is there anyone who can help? This wise and humorous story reminds us that when we’re feeling down, sometimes what we need most is a friend by our side—and a deep belly laugh—to help us get back on our feet again. A social-emotional learning story about how to navigate frustrating emotions.Features a sweet and funny friendship.Charming artwork depicts adorable, instantly lovable characters.Includes tips for practicing mindfulness.

Calling all kid collectors! Julia Mills, the acclaimed creator of I Am Stuck, spins a funny new adventure about Robinson the raccoon, who loves to collect things. But when he meets a new friend, he discovers that memories and experiences make for the best collection of all. Perfect for fans of Memory Jars and In a Jar.Robinson the raccoon loves to collect things—big and small. His collection is amazing. One day he collects a shell that turns out to be . . . Rosie the snail! Rosie is not impressed by Robinson’s stuff, and she takes him to see what she collects: breezes on the hilltop, the bubbles in the stream, and the magnificent northern lights. Robinson soon realizes that the best things to hold on to aren’t always things—instead, experiences with friends will last a lifetime.

This is the greatest collection of short stories ever printed, from the pens of eight brilliant, international writers based in Stockholm. That statement might not true. But is it a blatant lie or merely hyperbole? Where does one draw the line between truth and lie? Is it ever okay to lie? Follow our writers as they unspool the threads of different types of lies. What happens when a father replaces a dead pet without telling his daughter? When society leaves us no choice but to lie? When the stories in our heads become intertwined with our reality? A ghosted lover's journey through grief and a journalist who just wants to report the Truth of a tragic event... these are some of the stories that await you. From white lies that protect to webs of manipulation that entrap, Aurora's Thread invites you to explore the tenuous reasons why we lie and to delve into the sometimes drastic, sometimes humorous, consequences thereof.

Welcome back to Hairy Wart! I missed the heck outta all of ya'! And, I know you won't be surprised that we're once again raisin' hell and forgettin' to take names.Rosie, here, buckle up, Buttercups, I'm the Witch your momma warned you about, but in an epically awesome way. Promise.Everything was fine. I mean, normal…for us. Faith and I were arguing, as usual, my bossy Gator-in-law was butting his snout in where it didn't belong, and Daisy was runnin' interference when she could keep her eyes open. Just another sunny day in Hairy Wort - right?Sure, but dadgumm, it was shorter lived than a flea fart in a windstorm. Gettin' outta the house (away from Faith), Taffy and I happened upon a dead body in the rubble of the Marshall Mansion that literally got up and walked away when we weren't lookin'.No! I am not messin' with you. I swear it happened.Now, Beau and Faith are losin' their minds, the Dragonettes are beside themselves, and Daisy, well, she's sleepin', but that beside the point. Just when I thought things had fallen to the bottom of the swamp where the creepy crawlies creep and crawl, a tall, handsome Panther with a quick smile and a glint in his gleaming emerald eyes appeared smack dab in the middle of this mess.And now, he's tellin' everybody who'll listen that he's my Mate.What the H-E-Double-hockey-sticks am I supposed to do with that pile of Grunch crap? Good Goddess, if you love me, send a hundred-pound box of chocolate and three gallons of Miss Bunny's sweet iced tea.One thing's for darned sure, when the Goddess and the Universe team up, with Destiny and Fate on the sidelines, well, it's more than a Witch can endure. Come on down, hang out a while, 'cause Heaven knows I could use your help.

Dragonettes, Honey Buns, and one dead Piggy Princess!Hang On, Hairy Wort, it's Lazy Daisy to the rescue…well, sorta.Pat-a-cake, Pat-a-cake, Baker Bear's Witch,Oh, dear me I just flipped that switch.There's a pig in the oven as dead as can be,Without a heart, or a lung, or a danged kid-ney.With a zip and a zap and a tappity-tap,I'll fix this mess even without a catnap.Got Miss Bunny, Doc Downey, and Granny Cleo,One, two, three, and away we go.Bubble, Bubble, we sure got some trouble.Another Piggie's missing, so now it's double.Somethin' sure stinks, but that might be the skunks,Or the Cats, or the Possums, oh heck! They're all punks.See ya' in Hairy Wort.It's sure to be snort!Come 'on down!There'll be laughs all 'round.