Wilmoth Foreman

About Me

Nippy, Tippy,and Skippy; Star and Baby; Scrapsy and Little Bit; Quackie; Toby…All these names belonged to pets who purred, bleated, barked…you get the noisy picture…their way through my growing-up years. Be it cats, dogs, goats, or geese, I was surrounded to the point of not even noticing. Years later, as a writer, I needed to compile a list of my stories. Here are some of those titles:

The Cat with Too Many Names
Gram and the Goat Twins
The Octopus Who Played the Pipe Organ
Ornery Owl
Minnie Mule
Mr. Greer’s Mule
Summer of the Skunks

Let’s look at the list again. In my family’s ever-changing menagerie, was there ever a mule? No. Or an octopus? Absolutely not! So how did those stories happen?

That's me in the green.
My first mule story began one April when I was a guest writer in a 3rd grade classroom. Since the town’s biggest celebration—Mule Day—was about to happen, we focused on writing about the long-eared critters.

Me and my pet glacier...
Travel can furnish unexpected story material: One day when I was in an ocean aquarium in Alaska, a volunteer octopus-sitter told me about the clever things her little friend did. The octopus would play hide and seek by disappearing behind his tank’s seaweed; he could ball himself into a tight fist; if he was pouting, he’d shoot ink and hide in it. This information later merged with a totally different idea—one gleaned in Vermont—to form my octopus story.

As to the owl story…I never outgrew a tendency to bring injured animals home and try to doctor them back to health. That’s how, as an adult, I became friends with a screech owl.

Of course, made-up stuff is often the very thing that makes a story work. But our own background and experiences can be valuable story material.

That’s what I like most about writing. Whether you live on a farm surrounded by animals or in a high-rise apartment or [fill in the blank], there are stories only you can tell. And a blank sheet of paper or computer screen is a really good place for the telling.
Pets were always a part of my life.




Wilmoth Foreman has an MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults from Vermont College. She writes a Sunday mostly-humor column for The Daily Herald newspaper in her hometown of Columbia TN. She is working toward completing a sequel to her first novel, Summer of the Skunks; a third novel is in its infancy. She is on the Tennessee Arts Commission’s roster of Artists in Education, and was recently selected to participate in its Value Plus Schools program. In addition to school visits, Wilmoth currently does readings, consultations, critiques, and lectures.

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