Transition Madness
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Transition Madness

Today I finished chemo. One surgery remains. The toxins will leave my body, my hair will grow back, and I’ll get to call myself a survivor. But aren’t we all survivors if we make it to another day? I don’t know, but I find survivor a strange thing to call myself. Many people are kind … Continue reading

books / boys / cancer / death / dogs / e-publishing / effort / life / novel / publication / The Blue Jar / The Plum Tree / wishing

Books, Dogs, and Wild Hopes

I’m so proud and excited of the children’s books my publisher has written and I’ve illustrated. See! They books are here at Plum Tree Books. Plum Tree also published cards with my art! If you know anyone (or school, organization, and such) that might like unique children’s books, please help us spread the word. And … Continue reading

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Chronicles of Ink and Paper

One agent suggested my novel was young adult. This surprised me because I wasn’t trying to write a young adult novel. The main character is a teenager though. But I never thought I was writing for teens. Writing for teens…that’s a minefield. Well, it can be. Adults are allowed to read anything without much of … Continue reading

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Women Are Awesome. How about if We Stop Murdering Them?

I don’t remember when I started to care about women. (And I’m not going to say women’s issues because it’s not a self-contained status sort of thing. We’re half the population—-nothing special interest about that.) In grad school I complained about a professor who told the class his favorite bar was called “The Silent Woman” … Continue reading

boys / life

A Boy

When my son was five, he made friends with a boy who was nine. We were neighbors. The boy lived in a one-bedroom apartment with his dad. The boy spent a lot of time with us. One day he showed up at noon and didn’t go home until eight. Not once in those hours did … Continue reading