Going Back To School
Last year I was invited to my old elementary school to talk to the students about writing.
I thought you might like to see some of the pictures they drew of me.
It was interesting walking down the long hallway towards the classroom. All of these long buried emotions came in and I remembered exactly how I felt when I started school there when I was ten.
We moved from Huntington Beach because my dad got a job at a tech company. I was scared to death. It was a hard year. A lot of scary and lonely times for a ten year old!
But I met some wonderful people there who I am still friends with a zillion decades later. Anyhow, thought you might find these pictures fun.
I look forward so much to your next adventure/book!! I am always reading something, but your stories based on experiences, or dreams, or desires, are so unique, funny, beautiful, and just plain delightful!!!
So THANK YOU for your hard work and giving to all you take time to read, consider, ponder, and perhaps change. You’re the BOMB!!!
1Marjorie,
2Thank you for calling me “the Bomb.” I’m taking that as a wildly good compliment. I am delighted that you like my books. Working hard now on the next one while I bash my head into my computer keyboard…sigh…