I’m With the Banned

Somewhere out there right now is a child or a teenager or young adult about to pick up a book which will change their lives. Maybe it will be the book which cements a love of reading. Maybe it will be the book which opens new worlds, or sheds light on something they’re struggling with. Maybe within those…

High on a Hill was a Lonely Writer

Allow me a paragraph or eight of indulgence, a little pity party of prose. I haven’t been posting as frequently or as humorously in recent weeks. My posts have been heavy. Weighty. They’ve got chains around their wrists and cement shoes on their feet. My sense of depth perception is off. Way off. I am…

Dear Reader…

If I were Ms. Austen or a Bronte sister, this is the point at which I would say: Dear Reader… After two decades of procrastination, fifteen months of on and off again writing, one month of manic non-stop writing, sixty index cards, and several weeks of juggling scenes until I thought my brain was going…

A Novel Idea

The catch phrase of the moment at school is ‘risk-taker’.  “Be a risk taker!”, they exclaim.  My kids are still young.  Being a risk taker usually involves trying a banana at snack time or attempting some long division.  But I like to think I encourage them to take risks in their every-day life, to try…