Oh, To Be Made Out of Glass
I pulled out my Fat Folder of Fervid Fun, otherwise known as my idea file, casting about for something I wanted to blog about. My
I pulled out my Fat Folder of Fervid Fun, otherwise known as my idea file, casting about for something I wanted to blog about. My
… and now I have many, many thoughts about the instructions on my new garden hose. Every kid who grew up in suburbia drank from
I used to give this to the kids when I did school visits, much to the dismay of their teachers. But it fascinates me, how
I got an “overpayment notice” in the mail the other day from Time Magazine. I had to read it three times. At first I thought
I was busy doing Very Important Work—okay, fine, I was working the Sunday crosswords—when I heard birds squawking and the neighbor dogs barking up a
I’ll be the first to admit I’m unusual. I love black licorice. I’m not a fan of Italian food. I’m a Colorado native and have
And, lo, it rained librarians and authors and books for forty days and forty nights. Well, actually only three days, but yoiks! It sure seemed
Writing books has allowed me to meet so many fabulous readers. I love getting the chance to speak to them about my books. When I
In a world gone mad, I try to pick my battles. I know I can’t control all the terrible things hurtling at me like so
They staged the musical “Clue” in my little town recently. If you’re not familiar, it’s a play based on the board game. It has snappy