Stories of hope, joy, and resilience to read to and with your kids, or for yourself!
Kickstarter opens in June of 2020 Naio the feather doesn’t quite fit in. Every day she contemplates the same question: why is she here, where did she come from, and why isn’t there anyone like her? Caught up in her own thoughts, she is oblivious to a raging storm approaching, until a twist of fate … Continue reading New Book for 2020 – Where All the Little Things Live
Last year, I participated in the annual Christmas in Clawson event at Clawson High school. It’s a huge even that’s been going on since 1984! It’s one of the best attended and well organized events I’ve ever been a part of. It’s hard to believe it’s been a year already. But it’s the best place … Continue reading Christmas in Clawson Saturday November 9, 2019
It kind of feels like being in a Barnes & Noble to me. Continue reading Part of the Collection!
Tamaishi was printed and in my hands. I remember how impossible it felt, that I might never finish. But as with Zōsan, I eventually figured out how to gradually chip away at it and it was done. That’s how Where All The Little Things Live feels now. So far away, but I know sooner than … Continue reading One year ago…
Fully acknowledge that this follows along with my personal writing agenda so it make ruffle the feathers of some. But I think it’s a worthwhile discussion. https://selfpublishingadvice.org/lets-talk-about-content/ Continue reading Opinion: Quality vs quantity
Today I saw a post from a writer friend: I realized that a lot of my friends are these types of writers. The ones in it for life. The ones writing constantly of course, and maybe they turn some things out quickly, but they have that thing they’re working on that they’ve been nursing for … Continue reading The Long Game
This morning as I ran, i was fascinated by the way the enormous trees, against the silvery gray backdrop appeared to crawl toward me on their own. Continue reading Parallax
A long long time ago, six year old boy sat down at the piano, and played some music. All his own. That same boy liked to draw, too. Now quite some time ago I graduated from the University of Michigan School of Music, Theater and Dance and the School of Art & Design, with two … Continue reading Go Blue
What are my goals as a writer? Continue reading The meaning of it all
The hallways of the school had that bouquet of old varnished wood and the lingering scent of school lunches. If I closed my eyes, I could picture my own elementary school, closed now ten years ago. The ceilings were tall, unlike at my old school, where it felt like I had somehow tripled in size. … Continue reading Remember
