Ann E. Burg & family

About Me

I’ve been writing since earliest childhood when I proudly shared my book of “POMES” with anyone who’d listen. Lots of years have passed since the debut of my brown, construction-papered book. I’m still proud to share my work though I’ve learned to always double check my spelling! Being published doesn’t make you a writer. I was a writer long before I was published ~ but I do admit that sharing my words with the world has been as thrilling as an unexpected chat with a lovely monarch butterfly!


My Books

- Unbound
-Serafina's Promise
-All the Broken Pieces
-A New York Reader
-Rebekkah’s Journey
-Private Pickle & The White Balloon
-Kate’s Surprise
-Times Square
-E is for Empire
-Winter Walk
-Autumn Walk


My father was a commercial artist and my mother was a poet. Both of them loved classical music and opera so it is not at all surprising that I should grow up with a keen awareness of all things beautiful. Often I would walk with my mother to the library, passing white wrought iron fences and sparkling pink stoops. My mother was beautiful and I was proud and happy to be walking with her.

Mischievous Little Pear with his shaved head and single braided pigtail was one of my earliest library discoveries. But Little Pear was more than a character in a book. Little Pear was my friend. He taught me that the world was vast and strange but that no matter how different people looked or how varied our lives, inside we were each the same.

Even at four years old, I didn’t think that anything could be more wonderful than writing books! I became a teacher but throughout my life I wrote poems and stories, first for my younger brother and sister, then for my students, and eventually for my own children. I had a number of articles published in local papers but it wasn’t until 2003 that my first books were published.

The little girl from the library still exists inside me. I’m lucky to be spending my time doing what I love. I haven’t forgotten what Little Pear taught me. The world is vast and strange. We may look and act differently but in our hearts we are all the same.