Say Thank You

Anyone out there who thinks saying “thank you” is a lost art should visit an elementary school – any elementary school – and give a presentation. In response to my talk to the 3rd and 4th graders at Crestdale Elementary School last week, I received the most colorful, creative, effusive thank you notes ever: I… [Read More]

A Green Truck

When I traveled out to Wyoming back in 1998 to do research for When Esther Morris Headed West, I was stunned when I got off the plane in Cheyenne.  It was so unlike anyplace I had ever been I thought I might have landed on the moon. I walked across a brief stretch of tarmac… [Read More]

Arguing With Friends

I met one of my oldest friends in Athens where we both attended a year-long college program. Together we studied the architecture of the Parthenon, flew to Cairo and rode camels, and spent endless hours deciding which Greek island we would sail to next. When the year came to an end, she departed for her… [Read More]

I Don’t Talk – I Just Write

Here’s something I didn’t consider before I got into this writing business:  As soon as you’ve published something, various groups start wanting you to talk to them.  My first invitation came from one of my sons’ classroom teachers.  What I (terrified!) wanted to say was:  “I don’t talk – I just write.”  What fell out… [Read More]

Edith Wharton…Pleased

She would have been pleased with the guests: aspiring high school writers who participated in the Edith Wharton Writing Contest, families and friends, published authors, and people from near and far who simply love books and reading. She would have been pleased at the world class staff that was on hand to show her house… [Read More]

Mean Girls

There were some mean girls in my fifth grade class but I wasn’t one of them.  I was a nice girl and I had nice girl friends.  Four of us nice girls had formed a group to work on a school project and we had divided up all the tasks and figured out how we… [Read More]

Fairy Tale

I taught first grade at an English-speaking school for foreigners in Seoul from 1975-1977.  Korea was a poor country at that time and the walk each morning from my small, Korean-style house to Seoul Foreign School was dusty and colorless.  Animal carts and bicycles pulling heavy loads shared the road with cars and it was… [Read More]

A Place to Write

Here’s some advice I received years ago that I’ll pass along to you: Never let yourself get tied to one specific place where you write. It’s much better to be able to write anywhere. Here’s the truth about how carefully I followed have that particular advice: My absolute favorite place to write is the Bagel… [Read More]

Thinking Hard

At an early age, I came to the notion that there was something to be understood in the world out there and that it would take some hard thinking to get to it. I did my first thinking on a wooden rocking horse with metal springs.  Things to think about would pile up, I’d climb… [Read More]

A Real Writer

It’s 1990, I’ve just had my first few stories published in Highlights for Children and Cricket, and I’m wondering if I’m a Real Writer now. The editor of a Cricket story about the legendary King Canute, who ordered the tide not to come in, is intrigued about a plaque in Southampton, England commemorating the event. … [Read More]