Never won a Pulitzer, but my book was in a parade. And memories like this are why I’ll never catch up on thank-yous.

It’s early evening Sunday. Sun and shadows flattening across the grass that turned green while I was gone. It’s quiet here. Some birdsong, that’s it. After I parked the van…View post

Loading the van for Oshkosh. Lakefly Writers Conference tomorrow morning, Long Beds concert tomorrow night. Grabbed the guitar case, got gut-punched by these stickers, placed there by tiny hands a…View post

Signed all these “Forty Acres Deep” books two weeks ago, then a week later had to sign several more stacks because the ones in the photograph were all gone. We…View post