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,…
Helpless
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…
Where we’re from
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…
Our picture book shelves
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…
Who am I not to be?
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…
