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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In a chocolate galaxy, far, far away, the Flavonol3-O-beta-glucoside O-malonyltransferase gather in a non-disclosed location deep within the dark nether regions of the cocoa nebulae. Their mission: to effect the fabrication of a product so bold, so intense, so indescribably … Continue reading
Have you ever felt like a unicorn? The odd-one-out? The rarity in the herd? In the children’s book writer’s world, I have. Unlike many of my contemporaries, I didn’t spend lazy summer days, dark, stormy nights, and every other waking … Continue reading
We all have strong opinions on one thing or another – the issues that get your goat. There are plenty to go around, right? I don’t think I need to list any. You know yours. I know mine. We probably … Continue reading
…WOULD IT BE to a time when dropping into a rabbit hole was just that— a twisting tumble into a bottomless burrow, a spiralling spin down an endless earthen tunnel,