Motel day. Receipts, thank-you notes, laundry. Somewhere midway between St. Louis and Wichita. Tour odometer just rolled past 2,000 miles.

With preparations for the book tour underway, I’m aware that the blog, the Facebook, and the Twitter are running a little heavy on the marketing end of things, and that’s…View post

To the person who handed me the note about “Losing Satellites” after my recent speaking event, I don’t know what to say other than peace, strength, and thanks. Sometimes I…View post

Whenever I wrap up a book tour or even one of my shorter road stretches, I find I’ve accumulated a collection of disparate gifts and mementos.  Books, notes, green-shelled eggs,…View post