One Last Time
Can you bear just one more garden photo? For me? It’s so rare for everything in the yard to be blooming at the same time — either the roses have been eaten by the aphids, or the lavender has keeled over and died — that I’m really enjoying this week. My husband jokes that if…
Summer Special
If you’ve read Evenfall, you know it takes place on a farm. I lived in rural Connecticut for ten years, sandwiched between two dairy farms, and it was an eye-opening experience for this suburban girl. It’s where I first tasted fresh (as in from the cow) milk, learned that newly laid eggs are warm, and…
Oooh, Shiny!!!
I still have HIGH HOPES for this blog. I have a fun slobbering beast update all planned, but unfortunately the slobbering beast is making it difficult to actually write about him, as I am too busy dealing with the chaos he creates to actually sit down for longer than thirty seconds. I swear, he and…
Job Description
I am not a particularly fabulous flier. I like the idea of flying, of soaring over the earth, white puffy clouds all around, but the reality of being in an overheated metal box, way too high above the ground, always does me in. After September 11th, I never wanted to fly again. I have a…
Connect, Then Blow Them Up
Last week (possibly the week before — life seems to be moving at the speed of light these days) I attended Cindy Pon’s Diversity Tour in Cambridge. I learned several things, the first being that Cindy, no slouch herself, rolls with some amazing authors. The panel discussed, among other topics, how to get YA readers to…
The Best Laid Plans
I had plans for this post. Big plans. I wanted to do an update on the slobbering beast. Or maybe talk about what I learned at last week’s panel on diversity in YA books (featuring the fabulous Cindy Pon). Or even discuss where the heck the sun has gone, and when it’s coming back. (Humidity…
Once Upon A Time…
A long, long time ago, so long ago I can barely remember, a baby was born. She was kind of cute, at least for the first few months, but then she got bigger. She slept in my room, and she used my toys, and she got me in trouble. I did not care for this.…
Did I Really Write That???
I’m having such a good time today looking at Reel Swell, a blog by Julie. She’s put up her Book Boyfriend meme entry, and, um … heck, just go see for yourself. : )
Mother's Day Grooming Advice
Spoken by the youngest at a very early hour, inches from my head on the pillow: “Those lines there (finger poke) are they wrinkles? I think you are getting wrinkles. That means you are going to die soon.” Followed by: “Did you know you should always check your eyebrows for dead flies? I checked and…
