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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- WHAT'S GOT MY GOAT TODAY? - The Pet Peeve That Got Away
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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
‘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
…and there is still much to do, like weaving webs, stringing skulls, and refining shrieks of, BOO! BOO! BOO! True… the pumpkin has been carved, skeletons are out of the closet,
From my bed,waning moon glides across a velvet sky.A planet shimmers nearby,far above the earthandmy head. The Blue Marble rotates. Woke up 7:00 a.m.to pumpkin spice darknessodorlessit took only one dream and half a nightmareto travel theforty-three point seven five six million … Continue reading
She just couldn’t figure out what that something was. Had it risen from the cooling embers when she turned and reached for her fleece? Besides the chill that launched goosebumps up her back, spread them across her neck, and down … Continue reading
Bold. Blue. Megalithic. To think I might have begun as a whispered word on an ancient’s breath,a droplet in the spray of a neolithic sneeze, the spatter in a sputtered warning, “Run!”a single snowflake spit from a cloud, delivered on … Continue reading
THE QUIRKS: My husband surprised me with blueberry pancakes for breakfast today, and for the first time ever, I noticed that I eat my pancakes in measured quadrants reminiscent of PHI, the law of divine proportion. Later, I nibbled on … Continue reading