Visiting Chickens
March 19, 2024
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Yesterday, when I pulled into the parking lot of Denver’s Park Hill Elementary School, I was immediately greeted by the clucking of chickens.
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Early Reading
March 12, 2024
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Never forgotten: Have you had such a moment, such a teacher, such a book? I invite you to share it with us. Leave your comment here or on the blog.
See it. Listen to it.
March 5, 2024
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The movie shows us that even as we continue our lives, we often are, at some level, aware of what is happening and choosing to ignore it.
Publishing after Covid
February 27, 2024
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While in many respects the Covid pandemic is behind us (but not, sadly, completely) it has had a long-term impact on many aspects of our society. That includes the world of books and publishing and the people who create them.
Lost in the Empire City
February 20, 2024
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Although I have not lived there for something like fifty years I confess, I still consider myself a New Yorker. So it’s no surprise that ten of my books have meaningful New York City settings.
Immigrants or descendants of immigrants
February 13, 2024
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Never mind the intense debates about immigration to the USA, unless you are a decedent of North America’s indigenous peoples, we are ALL immigrants or descendants of immigrants.
Getting Used to Rejection
February 6, 2024
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If one is a writer one of the things you get used to is rejection. It’s never pleasant but can be memorable. And sometimes, in retrospect, even funny.
I’m Considered One of Those Writers
January 30, 2024
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But what of those writers who write many different kinds of books? How do readers respond?
The Art of Fixing a Shadow
January 23, 2024
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Photography has long fascinated me. … I set up a darkroom in the basement of my house and worked with film. … At the time I was immersed in all of this I wrote three books, which, I believe, were greatly influenced by my engagement with images.
Now Winter Has Come
January 16, 2024
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This morning, in Denver, it was minus eight degrees. Surely, winter. I reminded myself, “If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?”.