A teacher, an author, a dreamer, a skygazer, a traveler.
I laugh. A lot.
I cry. A lot.
I don’t like right angles or mushrooms.
I love this beautiful, ridiculous, absurd, mesmerizing world.
Well, most of it. Some of it, not so much.
I’m always noticing things.
I write about some of them in my YA novels:
Songs for a Teenage Nomad,
Instructions for a Broken Heart,
Catch a Falling Star,
The Possibility of Now,
The Wonder of Us.
I also wrote a novella that feels like a secret.
The Liberation of Max McTrue.
I wrote it for my students – past, present, future.
I think it’s more challenging to be kind than hurtful.
I’m up for that challenge.
I like to write descriptions of sky.
A mother, a daughter, a sister, a wife, a friend.
I have never known silence; my head is a noisy place.
So I do yoga and take walks where I can see trees.
I don’t believe you can talk too much about your feelings,
Or that you can overthink something. I (over)think the opposite.
I believe books save the world over and over everyday.
I believe books are, in the words of Matt Haig, empathy engines.
They hold the largest and smallest of things within the shape of their sentences.
Maybe you’re a reader, a writer, a teacher, a skygazer too?