I come from a family of storytellers.
Stories were as much a part of dinner as Mom’s home cooking. We would tell stories about our days at work or school. During holiday and family gatherings, we would reminisce on holidays past and listen to our parents, aunts, and uncles share tales from their childhood.
My family is rich with stories that tend to get grander in the retelling. Uncle Fred’s elephant trap. A homemade bazooka with marble bullets. Kite-flying in a tornado. The mysterious disappearing rabbit who locked its cage behind it.
The stories are always told with enthusiasm and laughter. Each illustrates a chapter of childhood, the mischief and mayhem of youth.
Those stories are the inspiration for “The Mountain of Dempsey Molehill.”
Dempsey Molehill is the middle child in a family of five children. The story follows a year in the life of the Molehills — the year Dempsey’s father runs for mayor. The Molehills are a bit of town outcasts (think Addams family, minus the ghoulishness), but they have a strong sense of family and healthy dose of mischief. After the year recounted in the book, the Molehill children will have plenty of stories to recount at their own dinner table.