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I Call her Pearly
I call her Pearly. She has a fruit/veggie stall walking distance from my spot. I buy produce from her, sometimes pull up a chair, and we discuss our husbands and […]
I call her Pearly. She has a fruit/veggie stall walking distance from my spot. I buy produce from her, sometimes pull up a chair, and we discuss our husbands and […]
On a Soul Mountain writing retreat at Marilyn Nelson’s house in East Haddam, Connecticut, I started a YA novel in 2004, Seventeen Seasons. Not two years later, I had moved […]
By leaving NYC for greener pastures, after being such an ardent member of that poetry scene, I gutted myself in a way. I’m so appreciative of the vibrant, tight knit […]
Months ago, I was approached by the Vice President of the children’s division of one of the “big five” publishers. The ask? To write for them a middle grade trilogy […]