It was long ago when I stopped being "starstruck." And then I went to the NoVa Teen Book Festival and saw Tomi Adeyemi...
A prison is not a place I would think I'd find great art.
It's the season of the carnival. And this weekend I had one goal and one goal only: brave creaky carnival rides. Seems simple. It wasn't.
Friend and fellow writer, of the byLisaTully blog, shared the story behind the author panel she'll be moderating this weekend for me and another fellow author in the Northern Virginia (NOVA)/Washington, DC area. This isn't just another promotion for our books. This author panel was the result of a strange occurrence involving stolen books.
There is something about spring that just feels like poetry. Maybe that's why April was chosen for National Poetry Month. Yet, I'm struggling to really appreciate the beauty of this season...Apparently only Wordsworth can tell me why.
Yesterday I did the unthinkable for a book lover, I destroyed a book. Not just one or two either. I participated in the destruction of many books. And I did this right in front of the most sacred of book places - the entrance of a public library. But why?
Yes, it's April 1, which means it's April Fool's Day. Boring! One day to play jokes on each other? No thanks. I'm more interested in the fact that this marks day 1 of National Poetry Month. Here's how to celebrate. Plus a poem by a wonderful young poet to start the month off right.
On our way to our weekly music lesson on Sunday, my daughter sat in the back seat of the car lamenting that we never do anything interesting on Sundays and that she needed more steps. Apparently, unbeknownst to me, Sundays in our family are "boring." So, you can guess what I suggested - let's check out a new bookstore!