Kitty Griffin


Ha ha! Here I am saying HELLO to Sophie, a sting ray. This is off of Rum Point on Grand Cayman Island. What an amazing experience.

Here I am when I lived at 505 Shadeland Drive in Falls Church, Virginia.

Sometimes this is how I feel, just like my cat, Otto

Where did Kitty go to get like she is?

Born in Germany and adopted by Americans, Kitty Griffin has traveled from one end of the USA to the other, living at twenty-eight different 'permanent' addresses. That variety became a spice for her and in preparation for her writing career she worked as
a counselor,
a teacher,
a mailman,
a waitress,
a secretary,
a graphic artist,
and very importantly,
a Mom to two terrific girls, Danika and Beatrice. Now Danika has her own little girl, Cecelia. And Beatrice has a little boy, Arthur and a little girl, Kiki, and the newest member, Ivy.

Most of my day is spent working on new children's stories, either writing them or doing research. With my background as a social studies teacher research is very important to me. I want to be as accurate as possible.

My screenplay FISHEYE won the Spirit of Moondance Award (1st) in the category, feature screenplay for kids and was a quarter-finalist in Scriptapalozza.

My writing skills increased when I worked for a local newspaper. I felt very proud when I earned Keystone State journalism awards. One story in particular was about a local woman, aged 96, who remembered what it was like to live in the tiny town of Hackett when the KKK went after Catholic families.

I live out on four acres with my husband Jerry. He's got his own business ( and travels a great deal. We've got one dog, Coriander, and three cats, Otto (now 23 years old!), Lucy, and JoJo. There's a canary who sings a sad song--Mr. Poe, and a very old dwarf frog, Mr. Big.

I've cut down on my activities, for a while Coriander and I were very busy with Therapy Dogs, International. I've taken some time out from that while I concentrate on my writing.

Route 19 is my writer's group. We are a strong, vibrant group of talented folks and all of us feel very blessed to have found one another.

Coriander has great bigs ears, perfect for listening to stories.

Selected Works

A vibrant award-winning picture book
Revolution! Such a big word. What can one girl do? She can't stop the King. She can't fight as a soldier. She can RIDE!
A middle-grade adventure story for girls ages eight and up.
What if your ancestor was the man who stopped the American Revolution? What if his actions meant that the Royal Families united, not the colonies? Princess Emerald thought she knew her destiny. That was, until her own anger landed her at Teakettles Castle, a place where young Royals are sent to either change or disappear.
A middle-grade fantasy, 413 pages
Your brother forgives everyone, even Papa who left you in the woods to die, you forgive no one, not even yourself.
contemporary fantasy/supernatural YA
What happens when you find yourself at St. Peter's Fresh Air Institute
Set in 1952 with flying saucers
Middle-grade novel 160 pages
Kitty with her two lovely daughters, Danika and Beatrice

Where I've been to get like this

So much of my life has been in Western Pennsylvania that remembering other places seems slightly unreal. But of course, I remember. I remember Boston, Massachusettes. I remember Northern Virginia. I remember Colorado and California and Georgia.
And when I need to think of my YA (young adult) stories I remember Yorktown High School in Arlington.
So many places, so many people, so many stories.

And still, so many more places I want to see.

It's all material isn't it?
As a writer I'm often surprised at the small fragments of remembering that find their way into my stories. Whether it's recalling Wilston Elementary School (over by Seven Corners) and a time when a boy tried to stomp mud on my new beige Hush Puppies, or thinking of a girl in high school who got pregnant...just as we were all ready step into the future, hers was suddenly changed. Moments. Billy Brooks driving his car so fast that when it crashed there wasn't a chance he survived. Moments that forever change us.