Category: Authors

Shall we make a list? Alphabetical? Realistic to ridiculous? Fears I’m likely to confront today? Well, maybe just that last. I have put it off far too long. It’s time to read the draft. I fear this because I already know that A) it’s too short B) it has no plot and C) I should

And I mean now. Thanksgiving is finished. We had a different experience this year. Instead of bingeing on massive quantities of hot white buttered carbs and pie, we served some families from town at a friend’s restaurant. It was not as crowded as we had hoped (and she had expected) so there was plenty of

Scott comes home from Ecuador! I’m glad he’s had a great trip. We haven’t talked much, between a ridiculously busy week in North America and pricy cell rates in South America. But texting is so great (even if it takes half a day to appear sometimes) and Skype is a little miracle right in my

Among other things, “they” say that time flies, especially when it comes to kids growing up. It struck me today in a moment of pondering (that’s what I call it when the house is quiet — otherwise all my moments are of either listening or avoiding) that next year, I will have a kid entering

Can I be overextended even when we don’t really do anything? It is possible. I have a pretty firm rule that each kid can only do one extra-curricular at a time (mainly for budget reasons, but also for sanity) and we usually keep life fairly in control. But there are hours (last night, for instance)

So people who have agents say that the rest of us must-must have them too. Is this like me telling everyone that the Gruyere cheese from Costco is ridiculously superior to gruyere cheese anywhere else? Just because I like it, you should like it, too? Maybe. But today an agent told me I should have

My preschooler and I just snuck in (okay, walked in, brazenly uninvited) to our elementary school to hear adorable author Brad Wilcox talk to first and second graders about how to write their own stories. He said (with actions that unfortunately I can’t replicate here) writing is discovering what’s inside you, getting it out, and

I love five-year-old boys. And the ones that are almost five, and to tell you the truth, I rather liked them when they were three, and two… Case in point: Matthew has his buddy Dallen over today, and they are listening to Sandra Boynton’s second best CD “Dog Train” (see also “Philadelphia Chickens” and “Blue