People have often asked me about the little giraffe that sits on my bookshelf. He was a gift from my mother. I’d like you to meet, Puzzles Giraffe! In a way, he’s sort of become my mascot. When I was a little, my mother used to tell me stories about Puzzles, about how he used to live in a zoo and have all these wonderful adventures. He reminds me that even though I certainly enjoyed reading books with my mom, the stories I enjoyed most were the ones she used to make up on her own. We didn’t need books, we just needed time together. I know that’s something I’ll always treasure.