A number of people have asked how Weeping Willow Books got its name. I grew up in Michigan, and have very fond memories of the weeping willow trees that grew bountifully in my hometown. Something about the wispery leaves and graceful, sorrowful branches seemed to speak to me. When I began writing as a teenager, these lovely trees began to show up in my writing—a protective tree whose roots made a home for bunnies in one of my children’s stories, a refuge outside the window of