My books

This weekend, I found out that an old friend of mine passed away. I like to think that I’m good with words; however, when it comes to grief, my vocabulary feels awkward and stunted. And inadequate. So, so, inadequate – woefully so. How, I wonder, can words adequately express the confused mix of memories, thoughts … Continue reading Rest in peace, my old friend

Those who know me best know that I am a daydreamer. I’ve always found that I think of the best ideas when I’m daydreaming – and, more importantly, the best questions. It is partly in celebration of daydreaming, and partly in celebration of my three-year-old daughter Abigail, that I recently started writing children’s fiction. As of … Continue reading Little Daydreamers

I think of you every day, every hour, every minute – and yet I have never seen your face. You live deep within me, permeating every corner of my heart and mind – and yet I have never held you in my arms. Excitement, joy, wonder, fear, worry – they all war inside me, competing … Continue reading My promise

“I don’t like writing – I like having written.” This over-used and widely attributed phrase is by far the most succinct summary I have ever heard of the sublime agony that is writing. Despite what popular culture would tell us, writing rarely flows from the fingertips like grammatical gold. It’s hard. Like, really hard. You … Continue reading On writing (and not writing)