WARNING: This is not my usual punny Halloween vignette. Why? You’ll see…
Pale webs of blue veins, barely visible beneath their translucent skin, resemble a roadmap. Dead end alleys lead to narrow lanes, spill into broad streets, and widen into main thoroughfares.
The thoroughfare, in Ivy’s case at least, pulses with life. But just barely.
The interlacing design mirrors the fine, bone china tableware her father had shipped home from Denmark while on a business trip when she was nine. He said the pattern, Blue Fluted Royal Copenhagen, reminded him of her, his most precious child.
“How so?” she asked, wrapping her Continue reading
When you were a kid, did anyone ever stare up at the sky and refer to a crescent moon as God’s toenail clipping?
Last summer, teacher, mentor, and writer 
Every writer has their own modus operandi when they begin a new project. Since my artistic abilities are rather lacking, I like to create a vision board. I browse magazines, scavenge for items in nature, snap photos, rifle through old family albums, and clip words of inspiration to pin to a wall in 
If you’ve got a middle-grader or teen at home (or if you’re a teacher, librarian, or mentor), this year’s virtual BAY AREA BOOK FESTIVAL has 8 bold FREE events that’ll rock their world and empower them. The 
In a chocolate galaxy, far, far away, the 
BonTon Potato Chips. Crisp. Crunchy. Salty. Five cents a bag. No baloney sandwich should ever be without them. It’d be like Fred Flintstone going bowling without Barney Rubble. It’s all I can think of too, as we board the yellow school bus. It’s my first class trip. Ever.
Have you ever felt like a unicorn? 
Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner 