Driving Mr. Gibson

You can’t see me. I’m on the other side of the camera. About two hours after I took this shot of Bob Gibson, I was behind the wheel, driving him to his hotel. For those of you who don’t have any clue what a big deal this is, Hall of Famer Bob Gibson is ranked… Continue reading Driving Mr. Gibson

Review: Dime by E.R. Frank

Last month, I found myself in the fortunate situation of attending the annual Society of Children’s Bookwriters and Illustrators (SCBWI) conference in Los Angeles. I also had the more fortunate opportunity, in a post-conference workshop, to find myself sitting next to Newbery Award-winner Susan Patron. When such an author (who’s also an esteemed librarian) highly… Continue reading Review: Dime by E.R. Frank

The Book I May Have Never Picked Up

When I was a kid, I fell somewhere between tomboy and Barbie, but rarely hit either of the extremes. I loved watching weekend wrestling and football and playing street games, but dolls? Not for me. When it came to comic books, though, I usually grabbed Archie over Superman, but regardless of which, I loved them.

On Finishing a Book

I sometimes feel a sense of loss, I guess you could call it, when I finish a book and turn it in. Don’t get me wrong. The joy and pride and feelings of accomplishment are all there, too. But somewhere inside that celebration is that niggling ache of letting go.

Oh, The Horrors! Oh, The Hero!

Don’t be scared. Don’t turn away, feet running, arms flailing, voice screaming in terror. Though I am about to type, and you’re about to see a word that strikes terror into the hearts and minds of some writers and readers alike, you can get through this. So brace yourself. Here it comes. (math)

I Was Billy. Billy Was Me.

“It was the first day of second grade and Billy Miller was worried. He was worried that he wouldn’t be smart enough for school this year.” The Year of Billy Miller (Greenwillow/HarperCollins) sucked me in with that opening paragraph. Why? I totally related to it. Mine were not the same worries as Billy’s, but my… Continue reading I Was Billy. Billy Was Me.

When Two Worlds Collide

I’m here today, bringing two sets of two worlds together … Adult non-fiction & middle-grade fiction AND The world we live in & the universe on the other side. Let me make some sense of that.

The Magic (And Some Books) From Less Than Three

It was a truly magical experience where authors and readers of all ages got together, where many of us spoke of deeply personal experiences in a safe and nurturing environment. It was the Less Than Three Conference.