The End

I recently published my first edited book,  Labor of Love: A Literary Mama Staff Anthology ,  with  Small Harbor Publishing . It's an anthology of writing from  Literary Mama  staff over the past 20 years. It's a beautiful collection and I am proud of the writers and proud to share the book.  It seems a fitting moment, as I pondered sharing about the book here on the blog, to reflect on my life as a blogger, and acknowledge that it is time to officially end this blog.   I started blogging in about 2007, when my baby was learning to toddle, when I was learning how to be a mother and stepmother, when I was just starting to see my way as a writer. I needed it back then. I craved it. I had a variety of blog iterations--family, art, creativity, writing things I delved into. There's a freedom in blogging, a casualness, an easy familiarity that's lacking (for me anyway) in other kinds of writing. I loved blogging and the words came pouring out.  Over the years since then, some

Picture Book Month

 
I'm getting in on it at the last breath this year-November is Picture Book Month. 
But sometimes one breath is enough.  

Of all the art in the world, I happen to think Picture Books are a particularly special shot of life.  The good ones pull you in from the first concisely written sentence all the way to the resolution of the singular conflict. Picture Book life is broken down into its smallest building blocks, its simplest situations.  In a world steeped in complexity and overrun by overstimulating sources of input, Picture Books give us a chance to sit still and notice one single breath of life.  Which, after all, is how life comes... one breath at a time.

In case you want to read why other people think picture books were a good thing for the world, toddle on over to the official Picture Book Month website and read a month's worth of good breathing.

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