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

I am deep in a new writing project so won’t be writing much of my own today. I just have  few thoughts to share from others. A lot is happening in the world, as always. Things are happening in my country that anger and sadden me. Like the practice of standing up for myself and… Read more

I didn’t want to write about this because I am afraid. I am afraid that people I know and care about will think less of me because I went to the Women’s March last Saturday. I’m afraid they’ll be angry or disapprove. But every time I started to think about what to write this week… Read more

“Hi there!” the woman said, and I knew I remembered her. Or I knew I should remember her. My son and I stood staring at her at the YMCA near those tiny lockers with the punch codes. I peered a little more closely, hoping I could pull something from the back of my brain, and then I… Read more

When I read about local history for my books, I sometimes find surprising information about people who once lived here and the places I now see everyday. Not long ago, I was reading Furusato by Ronald E. Magden, a book lent to me by my friend and pastor Karen Yokota Love. Magden writes engaging accounts of… Read more

For this new year, I will be sharing the wonders I find when writing my stories. Even when my own words fall short, I find joy in my discoveries about the world around me.  I am still shopping around for a new blog look, but, in the meantime, I wanted to get started with a… Read more

I’m closing the blog down for the last two weeks of 2016. New posts and format coming January 4th. Stay tuned! Karrie… Read more