Homesick for the Country

Upon turning over the garden this week, we found the burrow for five young rabbits.  A wildlife expert we consulted taught us how to restore their nest, and a wave of homesickness for my family’s farm in Gettysburg, PA hit me.  I had some of my most wonderful animal adventures there with possums, box turtles, […]

Eat Your Consonants! (Part Two) – How to Keep a Journal

In Part One of this series, I gave some reasons why journaling is good for you. In this part, I will show you how to keep a journal. Setting up your MoJo – Choosing a particular time and place for journaling sets up a kind of energy. Think of it as a dinner party where […]

Hooked on Books: Part Two – Some Great Newbery Medal Winners

In part one of this blog I related the genesis of the Newbery Medal and the book that created this lifelong reader.  In this post I want to describe what makes Newbery books worth reading. The Newbery winners are diverse in theme, setting and level of difficulty, but they share well-structured plots, clear but not […]

Hooked on Books: Part One – The Newbery Medal and How It Changed My Life

I was one of those children who could read well but didn’t care much for the activity or lack thereof.  I wanted to be outside playing cowboys, riding my bike, or climbing trees.  The elementary school readers we used were, in a word, boring.  The stories had little plot, and the characters were insipid.  My […]

So . . . You Think You Can Self-Publish and Self-Promote.

In the last two posts you’ve read how I ended up on the carnival ride to authorship, and you learned what I did to prepare myself for the ride. In this final post, I’ll share with you what I’ve learned about promoting a  self-published novel. Here again I knew nothing about what I was doing until […]

A Different Kind of Southern Literary Trail: Part Two, Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf, So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day Nothing gold can stay.  I took as my subtitle to this post “Nothing Gold Can Stay,” the poem by […]

A Different Kind of Southern Literary Trail: Part One, New Echota and the Talking Leaves

Far away from Virginia, fall had already come. Ohio, Indiana, Michigan were dressed up like Indian warriors from whom their names came. Blood red and yellow, ocher and ice blue. He read the road signs with interest now, wondering what lay beneath the names. The Algonquins had named the territory he lived in Great Water, […]