Silly Holidays
My Favorite Holidays You’ve Never Heard Of...
Sasha and Erin have been creating things together ever since they were in second grade.
Their first charitable book was Brianna Barbara Bobble Brat, a witty tale about a girl who learns she can help the world! You can see a few pages of it in our slideshow here:
A book about the wackiest holidays we should celebrate…to fund creativity classes for kids who can’t afford them.
Erin wrote the poems in this book from ages 11-16. After getting inspired, she includes a page where you can write your own poem and color in the drawings! You can see some of them in this slideshow:
Erin & Sasha are in high school now and still working on this goal. They would love you to join their mission to put more joy and imagination in the world!
Power of a Pencil
What happened when Erin discovered the power of a simple #2 pencil? She wrote My Favorite Holidays You’ve Never Heard Of...
Profits from this book will go to charities such as 826 National, a nonprofit that provides creative writing classes for disadvantaged children behind pirate and time traveling shops. Curious? Watch this:
A Poem from Erin's Book: My Favorite Holidays You’ve Never Heard Of...
Mad Hatter Day
On Mad Hatter Day I wore a hat
If you jumped off the top you'd land with a splat
My hat can tower over the tallest skyscrapers
It even has upside-down elevators
The first floor showcases a swimming pool
Where you'll find Francis, my water mule
On the second floor are my giant slides
That twist and turn and swirl and glide
Floors three through seven don't contain that much
Just my collection of rare slime to touch
Take a tour through my virtual reality Crazy Top Hat!
Floor eight is my bathroom, floor nine is my bed
Floor ten is where I keep all my undead
Floor eleven has baby llamas on trampolines
Floor twelve has elephants the size of coffee beans
Floor thirteen has nothing as it brings bad luck
So that's not really where you want to get stuck
Floor fifty-one is where I keep my giant cherry pie
It's where I go to eat and cry
So of course when I saw a contest for crazy hats
I had to enter--the prize was two bats!
But in the end, my hat wasn't picked
I guess the judges were just too strict
Somehow I was beat by some boring old hat
It was a fedora.
