ON THE VERGE

The other day someone gave me an aloe plant. How it happened was this: Back in June, I wrote a blog post about a creepy Aloe Juice salesma...

I open my file and descend into my story, fiddling at first, and then moving in deeper-- sliding falling plunging-- into the scene, the char...

Several years ago, before I was first published, I went to a children's writers conference in New York City and was hanging out at the S...

Last weekend I went to a wedding. I haven't been to a wedding in a while. There was a point a long time ago when I was just out of c...

I didn't think about publication or readers. I had never been rejected; although, I did get the occasional Meh response from a teacher o...

One of the nicest things to come out of a writing retreat is the friends you make. Several years ago at the Highlights Foundation  retrea...

A few weeks ago I visited the National Civil Rights Museum in Memphis, Tennessee. It was my second visit. The first time was fifteen years a...