The Toddler and the Pony

by | May 20, 2008 | Writing Life

When people ask if I have an agent, I invariably reply, “Yes, I just don’t who it is.” Answering this way affirms that the right person is out there; it’s just up to me to find her. Or him. I liken this agent search to that oft-retold story about the toddler who, day...

On Dogwoods and Daughters

by | May 12, 2008 | Musings, Seasons

I don’t know which is stranger: that my azaleas bloom in June or that the soil anchoring their shallow roots is black, rich, and humusy.Having spent my childhood years in Atlanta where flowering begins in March and the earth is red and rusty, I still find these small...

Mother’s Day 2008

by | May 11, 2008 | Musings

Well, I’m about to enter the 21st century blogworld. Right…now… …my son, who has been so kind in helping me develop this amazing site, just informed me that I have entered not the blogworld but the blogosphere. OK. Am I in?? I’ve been a...