Tag Archives: D. G. Lambo

THANK YOU, RICHARD PECK (April 5, 1934 – May 23, 2018)

Posted on July 23, 2018 by Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner

We met in Miami when Destiny dropped me in the seat next to you at a Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators pre-conference dinner for volunteers and faculty. Our paths had crossed once before, at my first SCBWI conference … Continue reading →

Posted in ADVENTURES, AWESOME PEOPLE, IN MEMORIUM | Tagged D. G. Lambo, Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner, IN MEMORIUM, Richard Peck - children's book author, scbwi, Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators, Tribute to Richard Peck | 4 Comments

HOOD RIDING RED LITTLE – A Tale In Reverse

Posted on June 21, 2018 by Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner

The phone rang once. A clipped voice answered, “9-1-1-what is your emergency?” “grr-rr—umph bwaa—maaa….” “I can’t understand you. Can you speak more clearly?” “grr-rr—umph *cough* bwaa—maa *cough—cough*” “Are you choking?” THUMP THUMP THUMP “An emergency vehicle is on its way—please … Continue reading →

Posted in ADVENTURES, CHILDHOOD, HUMOR, SHORT STORIES | Tagged adventure, D. G. Lambo, Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner, fractured fairy tale, Ikea toys, Little Red Writing Hood | 8 Comments

‘TIS THE NIGHT OF WINTER SOLSTICE

Posted on December 21, 2017 by Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner

‘Tis three nights before Christmas, the day after Hanukkah, eight from St. Lucia, and five ’til Kwanzaa. ‘Tis two months since Diwali, India’s festival of light, as Sun settles into our world’s longest night. A breeze hugs the mountain, nudging … Continue reading →

Posted in ADVENTURES, ANCIENT WISDOM and TEACHINGS, HOLIDAYS, POEMS | Tagged 'tis poem, adventure, D. G. Lambo, Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner, Holiday Greetings 2017, poem, winter solstice | 21 Comments

REFLECTING ON MOTHER’S DAY, 2017

Posted on May 14, 2017 by Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner

You know the question. We’ve all heard it. We’ve all asked it. Whether we’re chatting with our neighbor sitting next to us in the window seat, standing serpentine in a line at the grocery store, or sipping cocktails at the hippest place … Continue reading →