“If horns played cool music, and pants were just clothes....”Horn, pants, nails, trunk, pitcher — all words that can mean more than one thing. Arlene Alda has put together words and images in a deligh
An opposites book like no other — from the inimitable Arlene Alda!Author / photographer Arlene Alda is back with another delightful photo essay. This time she tackles the concept of opposites with her
Pigs and puppies, cats and meerkats, babies and grown-ups – all creatures sleep, but even so, sleep can take us by surprise. With an artist’s eye, Arlene Alda has created a remarkably warm and intimat
Author/photographer Arlene Alda has produced yet another brilliantly simple rhyming safari — this time in search of faces in unusual places. These faces are found on buildings, in trees, mailboxes, an
"'A down-to-earth, inspiring book about the American promise fulfilled'--President Bill Clinton; 'Fascinating. Made me wish I had been born in the Bronx'--Barbara Walters; A touching and provocative c
“If horns played cool music, and pants were just clothes....”Horn, pants, nails, trunk, pitcher — all words that can mean more than one thing. Arlene Alda has put together words and images in a deligh
Arlene Alda has created several photo essays for very young readers, and this one, with its simple concept and clever presentation should sell as well as her very popular Did You Say Pears?A clever lo
A touching and provocative collection of autobiographical anecdotes that evoke the history of one of America’s most influential boroughs--the Bronx--through some of its many success storiesThe vivid o
Imagine growing up on Orchard Street in 1916. If you were a member of the large Confino family you’d be living in 325 square feet of space. The only fresh air and natural light would come from the two
Iris finds out that having a stomach virus is exhausting, especially when her brother, Doug, lets her know that she always gets sick at the wrong time. The sibling rivalry and misunderstanding of what
Who wants to practice the piano? Certainly not Lulu. She'd rather listen to her swing squeak, the bell on her bike ring, or the apples thump as she climbs a tree. Even her shoes play a tip-tap tune as
The Hamptons possess an unmistakable and indisputable charm. The bounty of the farms and the character of each town in this string of villages have created a remarkable culinary culture among the san
