When I was six years old, I made my very first book. It consisted of four rectangles of paper cut from a brown grocery bag, carefully folded and stapled in the center. Inside, I wrote and lavishly illustrated, in No. 2 pencil, a gripping story of romance with a surprise ending.

Ambiguously titled, "The Girl Who Loved the Milkman," the story reads, in its entirety, "Once upon a time there was a girl who loved the milkman. And she drank milk and milk and milk and milk and milk. But that is not the end, and her name was Susie and now it is the end."

(I had a lot of pages to fill.)

In the way these things have of coming full circle, I went on to experiment with all manner of artistic endeavors over the next few decades, but eventually returned to my first true love, creating unique and imaginative books. My binding techniques have grown beyond the stapler, and high-quality, acid-free papers now stand in for the brown paper bag. Each book is made by hand, with careful attention to detail, and needs only your story to make it complete.