When my heart’s aching for Boston, and every connection to the outside world reminds me of the confusion, heroism, and pain there, I find it hard to concentrate on writing a children’s book.  Then I realize it’s more important than ever to carry on and do what I’m supposed to do.  I don’t write fiction by ignoring the latest shocking proof of evil in our world, and I don’t do it out of angry righteousness.  I keep working simply because it is a gift to be able… Continue reading →

I’m back from other lands, in this case, Italy.  It was a well-needed break from a stretch of driven writing, and a chance to ponder views out new windows. The green, rolling hillsides of springtime Tuscany gave me a sense of wonder.  Trying always to translate Italian felt like a puzzle that never stopped, until my brain was fried by the end of each day.  I relished the intense flavors of cheese, chickpea soup, and a cone of coconut and chocolate gelato.  Relaxing one afternoon, I… Continue reading →