My husband was in the hospital. It was his second day of what would end up being six, following a shocking onset of rhabdomyolysis. I was spending time in the clubhouse pool with our toddler and his mother, trying to ignore the dark thoughts. I didn’t know my daughter was old enough to ask, “Is… Continue reading We Mark Ourselves
Of all the short stories I will write for my “Steampunked Nursery Rhymes” anthology, this will have the most of me. I started writing it a few months after my miscarriage, and it deals with that anxiety and sorrow. As the name suggests, “Falling Down” is for the nursery rhyme London Bridge is Falling Down.… Continue reading (WIP) Falling Down
Having studied Children’s Literature, I knew the impact The Snow Day had on representation in the history of picture books. Keats’ protagonist, Peter, became the first non-caricatured black child to appear in children’s books. Peter enjoys exploring the soft crunch sound his feet make in the snow, and spends the day outside. Peter features in… Continue reading Book Review: Peter’s Chair by Ezra Jack Keats