On Books (Why I Read)

I read because there are things I need to know. I always feel I need to know what I’m talking about. I read because if I didn’t have the knowledge and the facts to back up what I’m saying, people won’t listen, won’t care. I read because I’m always wondering. I can never know too… Continue reading On Books (Why I Read)

Author’s Note

When you write a book with ballet as the backdrop it seems a large number of people think you will be writing it from the perspective of an adult who has been emotionally arrested at the age of 12 years old, with all the hopes and dreams of a novice dancer intact and without any… Continue reading Author’s Note

The Birthday Flibbertigibbet

Once upon a time, there were two small children who often found themselves tip-toeing through tiny magical doorways in the walls of doctors’ offices and waiting rooms. Those magical doorways took them to imaginary worlds full of glitter and clouds, unicorns and rainbows, and Abraham Lincoln.  Those kids were my twin son and daughter. How… Continue reading The Birthday Flibbertigibbet

SATIRE: “You Need Coal. Why? Two Words: Climate and Change”

(Taps mic. Clears throat. Speaks loud.) "Members of the City Council, on behalf of South Side Coal Energy I would like to thank you all for allowing us to speak about opening up a brand new coal-fired power plant in your city. (A screeching sound rings out from the sound system). "As you know, a coal-fired… Continue reading SATIRE: “You Need Coal. Why? Two Words: Climate and Change”

What Little Girls Are Made Of

Rainbows, as in happiness. Rainbows, as in the refraction of different wavelengths of light (they dig science). Rainbows, as in playing house with their friend Samantha who has two moms. Cartwheels, pinwheels, an appreciation for mom’s sensible heels. Mermaids who don’t give up their voices and tails, but use them to speak loud and swim… Continue reading What Little Girls Are Made Of