Inspiration

The last time I went to Equity Day in Olympia, or something like it, I was single, about 25, and ended up getting interviewed on some news channel before the whole world started watching social media. Here's how different it was this past President's Day: My friend Billie Jo has 3 children, 6 and under… READ MORE >>

I never meant to disappoint Mr. Zorro. Seriously, who could want to disappoint a teacher with a name like that? He wasn't as swashbuckling as the guy in black, but I liked Mr. Zorro. I agreed to do the solo contest under his guidance in college like I had done so many others before that--just… READ MORE >>

Story Wonders: The First Snow Day

The white flakes started falling on Sunday, and my teen wondered if the powers might, for once, cancel school on Monday. I had been burned too many times by the forecasters to get my hopes up yet again, but Quinton and I went for a walk in the woods to be sure we didn't miss it… READ MORE >>

Do you remember Flat Stanley? The cut out that kids sent to their friends and family around the world? My son's kindergarten teacher gave his class a gingerbread man to send instead of Stanley. Quinton's cut out is making his way around Tokyo with my friend from high school who came to visit us this… READ MORE >>

Wednesday Wonders: Falling Back

"For this weekend, you get to call yourselves writers loud and proud instead of in a small voice at the end of a long list of other things you do." My writing teacher Lois Brandt said this (or something very like it) at the beginning of our Weekend on the Water retreat with the Society of Children's… READ MORE >>

I am hovering on the edge of doing anything writerly lately. I look at the work I need to do, lift my pen, scribble a few words, and then put the pen back down. The keyboard isn't much better. I'll open programs, stare at a screen, and then wander away to vacuum. Or worse. I'll… READ MORE >>

I've struggled with what to write this week. Much has happened. A double funeral with dear friends who lost a mother and a father in two days. The kindness of neighbors who could have hurt us but didn't. Neither of these are my stories to tell, though. So I won't. I did see something that… READ MORE >>

Last weekend, I went to Western Washington University for the first annual Poetry Camp. After the end of the sessions and right before Jack Prelutsky, the first Children's Poet Laureate, gave his fantastic reading of 'Rat for Lunch,' I went for a walk around the campus where I once went to school. I was hunting the… READ MORE >>