As many of you know, I was sitting here last Wednesday feeling helpless. I had intended to write about Sebastian’s first soccer class and Theo’s first toddler class, but when I sat down to Just Write, all of these “I can’t” feelings poured out of me. And I received much sympathy and many virtual hugs,…
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My nephew is in the hospital again. I can’t cure him of this terrible disease because I have no gift for medicine. I can’t send him presents because they are already overwhelmed with toys and books and packages from all his adoring fans. I can’t sit quietly with him or take him to the play…
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I’m from Michigan, but my boys are not. They are from Washington. I’m from suburban Detroit, and They’re from suburban Seattle. I’m from lakes of every size: small ponds and twinkly blue neighborhood lakes and Great Lakes that stretch farther than the eye can see. They’re from lakes, too, but also rivers and the Sound…
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Fridays are good days to look back and reflect, so I’ve decided that will be the day I write my book reviews. Since this week I’m mostly reflecting on how I got nowhere in my Newbery project because I was too busy reading the entire Hunger Games trilogy, I decided to answer a question by…
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I walked nervously down the “big kids’” hallway, wearing my plaid skirt and navy sweater, clutching my math book, a pencil, and a folder to my chest. It was my first day in the “advanced math class” with the seventh grade teacher, Mr. Biegun. I was only in fourth grade, but he was taking a…
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