I have hugged a killer whale, performed in a Broadway musical with my eyes closed, danced at Cinderella’s castle past midnight, and have a knack for accomplishing the impossible. I love being a children’s book author. I’ll start with what my younger friends always want to know:

  • I love ALL kinds of foods: Greek, Mexican, Korean, Puerto Rican, Thai, German, Italian, French, Japanese, Indian, American…. Because I like so many, it’s easier to say what I don’t like: I don’t like food that still has eyeballs. Also – cow tongue weirds me out. I imagine that whatever I’m tasting could be tasting me back! 
  • Favorite color? White.
  • I love to dance.
  • My favorite picture book is When the Sun Rose by Barbara Berger.
  • My favorite movie is Ponyo.
  • My family’s first pet was a fat toad named Bofus.
  • My name is pronounced Kam-bree-uh Pet-it. Kam rhymes with ham. Bry rhymes with tree. A rhymes with the… And when you have dog or cat or bunny or fat toad, you pet it. 🙂

I grew up travelling, meeting fascinating people – and finding more and more places to love. My siblings and I would build forts in the backwoods of Pennsylvania. In Utah, we would watch for the Bear Lake monster, eating bowls of sun-drenched raspberries swimming in cream. Then we would go home to the fire sunsets of Arizona. I couldn’t get enough of flying above the clouds.

My degree is in Early Childhood Education with a specialization in Fine Arts plus an ESL endorsement. I have a bunch of awards and accomplishments from college, but my favorite is that I graduated SUMO (summa) cum laude, since I’m small.

I have written over 30 children’s books for a company in China and recently published a picture book to raise money to free children from slavery. Several more projects are in the works (as usual 🙂 ).

My bat biologist husband, our 8 children, and I have resided together all over the globe. We currently live in Asia.  

Writing is delicious.  Like cotton candy –  sparkling threads breathing with imagination.

Sweet.

In the morning, before the diapers and schedules, crusty noses, laughter, and muck… I pray. I pull my thoughts together. Then I write. That is when I begin the impossible.