My father was, above all, a person who made things. He was a full-time creator with a capital "C."   Most people are familiar with the public face of his creativity, the books that he and my mother made over their sixty year collaboration.  But there was another side to Stan's creative impulse, a private side directed toward his children B toward me and my older brother, Leo.  It was one which had a great effect on us.  Read more ...