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Trucks, Boots, and Bells: Firehouse Poems

Writers often talk about the long road to publication. This is one of those stories, and it isn’t over yet!

I started writing poems about firefighting after my father died in 2006. It was a grief project, a way to feel closer to him. And it helped. I was so proud of his long career in the New York Fire Department, his years of fighting fires in the Bronx during the “Bronx is burning” days, which the FDNY calls “the war years.” 

One of the things about my father that I marveled at was his disposition. All those years of seeing and doing hard things never curdled his optimism, his kindness, or his gentleness. One of my favorite childhood memories is hugging my father when he came home from work, and the smoky smell that emanated from him when we hugged– an ever-present reminder of the dangers and the importance of the work he’d just done. 

All these years later, I get to honor that work with a children’s book. TRUCKS, BOOTS, AND BELLS: FIREHOUSE POEMS will be published in fall 2026 by Holiday House. I’ve seen a peek at the illustrations by Aaron Marin, and it’s going to be a beautiful book! It was announced this week in Publisher’s Weekly and Publisher’s Marketplace, two small but significant mile markers along the way to publication. It’s feeling more real!! 

Stay tuned for more updates on this project of my heart.

A Smile from the FDNY

I know there’s an image of New Yorkers being somewhat hard-boiled when visitors get googly-eyed over the charms and flash of NYC, but on a recent visit, I saw the opposite, thanks to the FDNY.

We were walking past a firehouse not far from Times Square, and the bay was open. The sun was shining and a breeze was blowing. A few firefighters in uniform, all guys, were standing in front of the engine, enjoying a quiet moment and chatting. 

Photo by Holger Woizick on Unsplash

Maybe it was the music that got our attention. We turned to see a pedicab going by, blasting Jay-Z’s  “Empire State of Mind,” with the vocals of Alica Keys soaring over the traffic sounds. And in the back of the pedicab, a woman flashed a huge smile at the firefighters and shouted, “Hey, boys!” She held up her phone and snapped a photo as they smiled and waved. No one was trying to play it cool. 

Photo by Morgane Le Breton on Unsplash

It was a small moment, but there was not a trace of “jaded New Yorker” to be seen anywhere. The pedicab continued ferrying its enthusiastic passenger, the firefighters chuckled, and we were left with smiles that lasted more than a few blocks.