Back in January, I texted one of my best friends, "hey, if I made it my New Year resolution to write six books in year, would you be my editor?" Her response contained only two words: "Call me."
**This is an unedited preview of the first chapter of my upcoming book. Working title: Nighttime Fables Some of Us Adults Need to Read. ** Now, listen here. Rufus was a good dog. He was a very good dog. All of the other dogs thought so. He could catch his tail in only a few... Continue Reading →
I sat. I sat in a red auditorium seat looking up. Notes were sprawled across my legs and the seats beside me. Our Town would open in a few days and I needed to finish updating my paperwork before I left that night. Orchestrating scene changes was proving to be a nightmare, but my notes were useless in those moments.
Either grant me your fearlessness or grant me your wings. Because never being either lifted or crushed is the most crushing thing I can imagine being listed as a cause of death. “She ended with no end"
If you’ve never watched/read/played Pokemon before, you may not know what a magikarp is. Lucky you. A magikarp is pokemon that looks exactly like what a fish would look like if fish could watch Watership Down.
A few weeks ago, a tendon in my foot tore. There's an extra bone in tucked in there, and, every now and again, it feels the need to make a run for a new body.
Reason #1: You can take over the world. Reason #2: You don't actually have to read. Reason #3: So many explosions.
“Rabbit.” That one word is enough to send me into a tailspin of emotion. My body shakes when I hear it. The plot twist shot through my eyes and into my heart, and I was never the same. The first time I read Sherry Garland’s Letters from the Mountain, I was too shaken to cry.... Continue Reading →