lurking in the walls of the library…

…well, not in the walls, exactly, but definitely hidden away in a nook of this magnificent old building. This is where I write now. At a heavy wooden desk in a room with marble floors and dark wood-paneled walls, and a faded Oriental rug, and two deep-set windows that also serve as my makeshift bookshelf. I feel like I haunt this … More lurking in the walls of the library…

Pterodragons!

My first illustrated story for kids–“A Pterodragon of a Different Color”–appears in this month’s Cricket magazine, illustrated gorgeously by the talented Laura Lowen. (It’s about Martians and friendships and, well, PTERODRAGONS.) As you can see, I was a tiny bit excited to get my copies in the mail:

In Which I Lie A Little Bit, or Did You Know That Storytelling Is A Hereditary Condition?

“I have to get a hole poked in my eye tomorrow,” my mom announced cheerfully on the phone tonight. We both do that. Not get holes poked in our eyes–although I do have a horrific story about getting a hole poked in my eyelid*–no, we both start mundane stories as melodramatically as possible. I notice myself doing … More In Which I Lie A Little Bit, or Did You Know That Storytelling Is A Hereditary Condition?

My Ideal Bookshop

What would my ideal bookshop look like? If I think about my favorite bookstores from each place I’ve lived, I come up with lots of different answers. I grew up in Clarksville, Maryland, and my favorite book haunt was just over the county line in Montgomery County: the Wheaton Library booksale. Picture this: 5,000 square feet … More My Ideal Bookshop