This Sunday he sits With the Sun in his eyes And a hand to his face To block its bright cries Of morning Good Mornings —Sunday’s Hello. Had he known The Sun had only Wanted to greet him, He wouldn’t have beaten The curtains shut To block out the gluttonous White rays of Bright days And … Continue reading
So, this small-town bumpkin hit the Big City last month, for the SCBWI 13th International Conference at the end of January. Going to a Writers’ Conference has been something I’ve had in the back of my mind for months. It’s like a writer milestone…that one thing that every writer has to do at some point in … Continue reading
January 12, 1942 Our forces broke through the Nazis’ siege. Supplies are on their way. Had to bar door to cellar—Papa is secretly stockpiling rations. He says as long as it keeps us through the siege, it’s fine. Kirush is taken to pickpocketing. Pray for rain. On this day, back in 1942, the siege of Leningrad … Continue reading
So who exactly am I? In the words of Number 2: That would be telling. In reality, my name is— But that’s not the point of this post. This is not one of those whodunit posts (or I guess it would be a whoisit post?). Nor is it one of those gotta-get-this-anonymity-off-my-chest things. Sure, I’d … Continue reading