October 31, 2015

    Today, as I take another bite of chocolate covered cinnamon bears, I feel myself physically get fatter. Like the adipose tissue in my stomach globbing and growing and I wonder, does a body get tired? Are you tired of all the sugar and the sadness? Is it fair to heap everything, my worries and my stresses and my disappointments and even my joys on one helpless frame of bones and tissue and blood and organs, one body that works and…

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    Personal Writing Prompt

    Hairy Armpits

    Today I listened to this podcast. I loved it. I love stories. I love people talking and sharing and yes, even gossiping. I love it because stories connect us. They open us up to…

    August 26, 2015
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    Gorgie Porgie

    Yesterday, instead of packing or writing or getting a syllabus ready, I cut my bangs. Short. Really short. I’ve always wanted to do it and so I asked the new girl at the hair…

    August 25, 2015
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    And That’s a Word with a Bark On It

      One day, a little more than two years ago, my mom stopped breathing. Can you imagine? The most important person in your life, the one who held you and taught you and spanked…

    August 22, 2015
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    Here are some important things: 1. The End is coming out in paperback in July . . . with a new cover . . . and discussion questions . . . and another kid…

    April 29, 2015
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    Book Birthday!

    Today The End or Something Like That officially comes out! Yay! To celebrate I’m having a little contest. In the book, the main character’s best friend is very specific about what food she wants…

    May 1, 2014
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    Dear People

    Dear People, I have a blood blister on my heel from stepping on a Lego. When it happened, it felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. How can something so small…

    March 28, 2014
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    On runny noses

    Right now, for the briefest of moments, my two younger sons are playing with blocks. Quietly. One building. The other taking blocks out and putting them back in. I think: I want to write…

    March 24, 2014
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    Today my seven year old came home in a near panic. Someone mysterious (with a man’s voice! It was not the secretary, I repeat NOT the secretary because is a girl. And so is…

    March 19, 2014