Yesterday I went to the March for Science in DC, which happened to be, appropriately, on Earth Day. It was a day filled with great people, great posters and a sense of purpose. Even the rain couldn't dampen the that warming feeling - together, we can change this world for the better. Still, I struggle with the fact that I just went to a march for science. Science! Really? This is what we've come to?
Like that orange cat Garfield, most people with traditional "9 to 5" jobs don't love Mondays. So to brighten up my Monday, and hopefully someone else's...
When you're an author working on your next book or books (in my case a sequel to The Travelers, a children's book relating to a unicorn, a ghost story, a spec fic/scifi book) and also a mom, wife, resistor, sometimes bookstagrammer and daily blogger with a relatively demanding day job as a medical editor, finding time to read can be hard.
I've been wanting to read March: Book One for quite a while now. The concept intrigued me, a graphic novel series chronicling the life of John Lewis...
If you are a metaphorical frequent flier on my blog, you know that I am a frequent flier in the skies. And this week I jetted off again. This time to Atlanta, with my book in tow as always because it's fun to take a shot or two of the city I'm visiting with it if I can...
Now seems like the perfect time to remind America exactly where we'd be without immigrants (hint: we wouldn't exist) because unless you're a Native American, your ancestors were immigrants. Here are 10 books (fiction and nonfiction) about American immigration that are definitely worth the read to help become more enlightened about the plight and the contributions of immigrants. These books remind us that immigrants are people, just like everyone else, with hearts, minds, ideas and struggles.
oday, February 12, is Abraham Lincoln's birthday. He is viewed by many as one of the greatest, or maybe the greatest, President in US history. But what made him a great leader? It was at least in part, his ability to verbalize thoughts eloquently, like a writer.
I recently went to the San Francisco ballet and wrote a blog about it. What I didn't mention in that blog was that right after the ballet ended, we headed over to a protest across the street. And in the sea of black ink on poster board, I realized something important was missing...