An Ode to Candy Corn

I write a lot of things, but poetry isn’t one of them.  This will prove it. An Ode to Candy Corn Oh, candy corn How do I love, thee? Let me count thy stripes.   I love thy orange like the set of day That in its saturated sweetness Does fit so snugly to the...

How to fill the well of creativity

The problem with a day off (versus an off-day) is that it begets the desire for another day off. Suffering from what felt like a terminal case of writer/volunteer/mother burn-out, with a deadline just met and nothing particularly pressing, I did the unthinkable. ...

Let’s teach grads to be citizens of the world

This column, which appeared in the Daily Herald-Tribune yesterday, has generated quite a bit of response, so I thought I’d share it here.  Thanks to everyone who commented here, phoned, texted, or left a comment on the DHT website. The column, by the way, is...

Mother ‘allegates’ kid made mistake

My kids have pretty good vocabularies, but every once in awhile they slip in a made-up word or they mispronounce a word so badly that I know it’s one they’ve encountered by reading. Last night, my son used the word “allegated” in a conversation.  I knew he meant to...

Celebrating the late Linda Smith

You’d expect a posthumous book launch to be overwhelmingly sad, but the mood was celebratory last Saturday, joyous and filled with love as “The Piper of Shadonia” was officially introduced. Written by the late Linda Smith, a long-time and much-loved children’s...