Fatpatch, my running buddy and muse.
We've been confined in strange ways.
That, I thought, would be where my stories would come home.
Lay the fire. Place the books on the cushions, and throw a blanket over the chair. Consider, first, a run in the late summer rain.
What will we do?
Stay safe and stay apart - but know you're not alone.
Uncertainty is a void. Nature is beautiful. Beautiful does not mean kind.
Bananas and birds - a series of terrible things
I threw out the old board books with their torn-off flaps and chewed corners...
Where, in children's literature, do we reward simple, enduring decency with a prize that children might actually want?
In the land of strong tea and chiming clocks.
Solstice wildness and new starts.
I know the best place in the world to play catch.