A Little About Me
I am an adventure seeking ponderer of the mysteries of the universe, writer of children's books (represented by Stephen Fraser of the Jennifer DeChiara Literary Agency), and lover of anything involving armor, archery, or swashbuckling.
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Category Archives: FAMILY
‘Twas the day before Christmaswhen I realized this poem ’twas ready for the trash bin(after stifling a whopping groan).But then I asked myself, “What’s Christmas, without a fun ’twas?”So I grappled with this rhymer thinking, I’ll just add a disclaimer clause. Okay, there … Continue reading
Attention Book Lovers! #BayAreaBookFestival #Unbound is bringing authors and programs to the comfort and safety of your home starting May 1-3. “Our aim is to bring you a meaningful slice of literary goodness: one we hope will be a powerful … Continue reading
Many of us have heard the one about the five loaves and two fishes, but what about the two rolls and one Joe Dog?
If there were a planet between Earth and Mars that took 415 days to orbit the sun and we were blessed with living on it together, this New Year’s greeting would be on time. It would still be the evening … Continue reading
“‘Tis one week ’til Christmas,” resounds through the house. “And nothing’s been hung on the tree,” groans my spouse. Up go his arms in a frenzy, a near panic. “‘Twas weeks ago I dragged the box down from the attic! … Continue reading
I woke up this morning, with my back to a tree wond’ring how on earth my chin hairs had grown past my dimpled knees. The last thing I remember, someone cried out, “trick-or-treat!” Now it’s suddenly December? Are those gnomes … Continue reading
They say the day Aunt Frankie married Uncle Sally was a day that would live in infamy. I’d learned Franklin D. Roosevelt said that when Pearl Harbor was bombed, but no, most of the family, actually, only the uncles, would … Continue reading
Our angel is weary. The eggnog’s all gone. Tree needles are falling onto unvacuumed parmesan. The stockings all hung from the chimney last week are now socks on my feet which are starting to reek. We were all forced to … Continue reading