A white banner boasting black letters in varied sizes stretched from one end of the chalk board to the other.
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I. Don’trememberhername smoothed her pleated skirt, pointed a long, rubber-tipped stick at one of those dark figures, and called my name. My six-year-old heart pounded in my throat. Was I supposed to slide from my seat, stand up, and answer a question I knew would be wrong? Then what? Continue reading
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Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner
I am an adventure seeking explorer of the mysteries of the universe, children's book author (represented by Stephen Fraser of the Jennifer DeChiara Literary Agency), and lover of anything involving armor, archery, or swashbuckling.
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The 31 day countdown began on December 1, 2023. I thought I could do it…write my next blog post before the holidays. After all, twelve years ago I began blogging once a week. A few years later it reduced to bi-weekly and finally a couple of years ago it dwindled down to once a month. Sounds easy enough. Right? Except the clock’s ticking again…





While temperatures continue to climb in the northern hemisphere, one way I try to keep cool is by imagining I am in Greenland again. I swipe my brow, close my eyes, and pretend the fan oscillating at my feet is an Arctic wind sweeping off an iceberg. It might not be as cold, but it is somewhat soothing as it dries the hairs sticking to my forehead.