When I wrote HEATHER HAS TWO MOMMIES in 1988, I never dreamed it would be deemed a “classic” 25 years later. I never dreamed it would be banned, burned, defecated on, and read into the Congressional Record. I never dreamed it would be parodied by Jon Stewart, Conan O’Brien, and Bill Maher on national TV. Heck, I didn’t even think the story would ever see the light of day.
The book wasn’t even my idea. The book would never have been created if not for a chance encounter. In 1988, I was walking down the street in Northampton, MA, which the National Enquirer had recently dubbed “Lesbianville, USA,” when an acquaintance stopped me on the street and told me she did not have a book to read to her daughter that showed a family like hers—a little girl with two moms—and that somebody should write one. She looked me straight in the eye, and I knew by somebody she didn’t mean anybody. She meant me.
Always one to appreciate a writing challenge, I immediately rolled up my sleeves and got to work. How hard could it be? Children’s books don’t even have a lot of words, I thought foolishly. Now when I think back, I’m reminded of a quote by Mark Twain. The story goes that an editor asked him for a three-page essay. He sent a telegram: “Need 100 pages? Give me 3 days. Need 3 pages? Give me 100 days.” In other words, writing children’s books may look simple, but it isn’t easy.~ read more ~