That is not a chicken, damn it.
In order from right to left, my daughter identified these cardboard cutouts as a ballerina, bones (not bad), a baseball player (close enough for a toddler), a witch and a…
In order from right to left, my daughter identified these cardboard cutouts as a ballerina, bones (not bad), a baseball player (close enough for a toddler), a witch and a…
Imagine: You launch a podcast in order to share your passion about books and story with the world. You dedicate your time, money and expertise to the cause. In return,…
My wife made the hat. We made Charlie.
My three year old daughter specifically requested the song Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Polka Dot Bikini while in the car yesterday. Earlier in the week, when the song Dancing…
The Internet is one of humankind’s greatest achievements. It’s almost impossible to imagine a world without it. Still, I can’t help but think that before the Internet, this sentence, and…
A spiteful Santa, a bratty boy, a dinosaur and poop? I’m not going to lie. This book sounds great.
I once heard a Moth storyteller blame her parents’ failure to meet the minimum requirements of a mother and father on the 1970s. It was a different and inexplicable time…
MEMOIRS OF AN IMAGINARY FRIEND had an interesting week. Early in the week, I was contacted by a reader who had borrowed a signed copy of the book from a…
My daughter, a possible future geologist, handed me a rock today and told me it was “the shiniest rock in the whole wide world.” It wasn’t. Not even close.
A reader (@jpetroroy) posted this earlier this week. Covering up my name was bad. The choice of letters left behind is just wrong.