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Playing With Words

I love words. This should come as no surprise, given that I’m a writer. Ever since the group’s inception, I’ve been a member of PUNY (Punsters United Nearly Yearly), an online wordplay group. I love to play with words as much as I love to write and edit them. (And yes, I’m one of those...

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What’s Cookin’?

If you’re at all familiar with my books, you may be aware that besides two novels, a bunch of nonfiction, and quite a few books for kids, I also have had a large handful of cookbooks published—all but two of them published by Roundtable. (Of those two, one was pubbed as an e-book by a...

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THE SPICE OF LIFE

I count myself very lucky—or blessed. Well, there are actually a number of reasons that I feel fortunate in life, but the one I have in mind at the moment is professional. Many book-writers have to toil at dayjobs far removed from what they really want to be doing—writing books—and get to write only on...

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My, How You’ve Changed!

Today’s librarians talk in normal voices. They don’t whisper or murmur, and the word “Shush!” is not in their vocabularies. I always feel the need to look around and make sure I haven’t accidentally wandered into the Post Office next door. It’s not silenced enough to be a library!

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What’s Cooking?

The subject this week isn’t books, libraries, or adventures in public book-readings. It’s cooking. And it asks the question: What do you do with Cornish game hens when the recipe you wanted to use involves a shrimp stuffing, and your S.O. is currently suffering from a gout attack? (Shrimp is a no-no when gout is...

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One Size Fits All

Graduation day is coming…and these days, not only high schools and colleges but also middle schools, elementary schools, and yes, even pre-schools hold graduations. The other day, when I was talking to someone in administration at a pre-school, she said, “This is a busy time of year for us. We’re getting ready for graduation and...

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When I Grow Up

I have written in this space before about some of the things kids have said to me at book-readings that amazed me—notably their aspirations for their adult futures. Yesterday I was exposed to another rib-tickling round of “When I grow up.”