Before that though, she was a redheaded girl, and we both had the same pair of red buckled shoes. We walked to Kindergarten together, and all the grades through sixth grade. She had a dog named Gandalf, and I knew he was named after someone or something literary and old, but that’s all I knew. I was afraid of Gandalf…. View Post

Turns out, reading Shakespeare is humbling, especially when some of us have problems with Roman numerals and end up reading the wrong story. It’s all good. I’m caught up, and reading about the right king. You would think though, given his writing chops, ol’ Billy could’ve named some of these here kings differently. Read about the mild catastrophe here.

The challenge was this – if Hadley wanted SnapChat, the bane of my existence, she needed to do the following: 1. Read for 30 days, 2. Exercise for 30 days, and 3. Do something creative for 30 days. I won’t get into whether she fulfilled the challenge to my exact specifications. I will say that I am tired. Exhausted, really…. View Post

            “Nobody writes about [junior high],” Barbara Holland’s says in her book, When All The World Was Young. “Everyone’s trying to forget.” (164) I think most people agree that we’d just as soon have a root canal without Novocain then go through junior high again. However, Holland takes up two chapters in her memoir not only helping us remember, but showing us… View Post

I’ve completed Twelfth Night, and it is the Fool (actually, several Fools) that I understand and relate to the most. Like Viola, I dare suggest their vocation is art. I’m over at my publisher’s site waxing poetic on the art of foolishness, and doing my best to mash-up folly and love. Come have a read.