Over the fall I made a book review sheet for each of my three grandsons who live on the other coast. These boys, ages 6-10, rarely stop moving enough to read. But of course I send them books every other month with hope in my heart.
I sweetened the book review deal with the promise of giving them a $5 Amazon gift card for each review they return. I sent them each three blank reviews. Continue reading
Pretend that you’re not a shy writer who
Relies on solitude and a radio station with a classical
Orchestra to hear your muse and to
Muse about your characters, like a lonely cat and an Continue reading
A pause is a hiatus, a recess, an extra breath in and out.
But paws are kneading me, and needing me, to shout out to the world that MOLLY will be soon in town.
© Shelley Steinle, illustrator. Molly licks her paw in MOLLY FINDS HER PURR, pub date 9/24/19.
But the shore beckons me with each wave on the sandy beach – Continue reading
For years I’ve wondered why the best part of the year is called the “Dog Days of Summer.” Most dogs I know (and I’m close to many) aren’t enamored with summer. Too hot for their heavy fur.
My granddog Charlie loves being outside, but on a “dog day of summer,” he buries himself in the dirt (usually in my daughter’s well-loved rose garden) and hangs out there until he’s discovered and chastised. Continue reading
May I rest on my laurels a little here? It’s still summer . . . the season to be outside inhaling the ocean air, embracing every sunset, following the sunflowers, laughing with the hummingbirds, basking in the sun.
And, to sit on a laurel or two. Continue reading