Must Artists Always Be At Work?

“I wish I could read your travel journals,” a friend once told me. “I bet they’re amazing.”  I changed the subject. Fast. She’d be so disappointed with my journals. They are filled with clichéd lines like, “the view was breathtaking” or “the mountains were beautiful.”  I’m a hard-core traveler. I like to see and do...

I’m Sorry, But I’m Not Embarrassed

In my industry, there’s been a lot of talk about Ruth Graham’s article in Slate suggesting that adults should be embarrassed to read young adult titles. Never mind the slights to YA authors, let’s look at what else she says: She argues that adults should challenge themselves with a higher form of literature and leave...

Good-bye Maya and Luana

Yesterday I heard the news that the incomparable Maya Angelou had passed away at age 86. Later that afternoon, I received word that one of my longtime writer friends had been killed in a car accident. When Maya read her poem On the Pulse of the Morning at Bill Clinton’s inauguration, a whole nation listened...

Art Amidst the Tumbleweeds

Just returned from a school visit with my good friend and fellow author Natasha Wing. We drove nearly four hours through sagebrush and tumbleweeds to reach the small town of Eads, Colorado, where we were greeted with much fanfare. The children and the art teacher had made posters and hung them throughout the school and...