Writing is such a solitary activity that whenever we have a chance for getting together with writers, readers, and general book-lovers we know it will be a good time. Well, I am excited today to announce two such get-togethers to help launch Farmer Will Allen and the Growing Table.10:00 Saturday, October 12 New-Bo … [Read more...] about Announcing: Good Times
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Unpacking from the ALA: Part One
The ALA Conference in Chicago this past week and weekend reminded me of why I feel so lucky to be part of the children's literature community. Librarians from every state stood in long lines and laughed while they waited for their favorite authors to sign personal copies. These librarians are my heroes. They are the … [Read more...] about Unpacking from the ALA: Part One
Life on the Back Porch. Life in the Street.
Regular life feels somehow frivolous, undeserved, when friends in Boston have been recently locked inside their homes, waiting for the next round of firing, when we have all witnessed via television, bombs, explosions, shootouts, lives thrown into grief and chaos. A blog about writing for kids almost feels like playing … [Read more...] about Life on the Back Porch. Life in the Street.
Wry Revision, er… Revision and Rye…Rye and Revision
Last week I was in Maine, visiting with my sisters Laura and Audrey and my mother. We had a great time cooking, sewing, laughing, remembering, listening to Team of Rivals. Part of the cooking was me making rye bread flavored with pickle juice. I'd tried it once before and found it perfectly rye and sour. And this time … [Read more...] about Wry Revision, er… Revision and Rye…Rye and Revision
Favorite Memories
Day 25 - June 11, Lhasa Airport, @ 8:03 a.m. Beijing time (alt 3600 m.)At nine we have breakfast with Jinpa and Mr. Lee. I still have to pack a ski pole. Then everything will be zipped in. What a huge experience to say good-bye to. There were times it seemed it would never end but it did, as all things do. As I … [Read more...] about Favorite Memories
Journeying
I have lost a few days in this return from the Chang Tang. But perhaps it's to be expected that the present will keep interfering. Yesterday I had to go on a picnic with friends to a patch of native Iowa prairie, that is still virgin prairie because it was designated as a cemetery in the middle of the nineteenth … [Read more...] about Journeying
