Treggiari

Is that a morning bat? (It was a bird) I wish I could just swim or float up into the sky What happens if you point a hairdryer at your lips? Do they get rusty and fall off? I’m all […]

My son is five and a half. He is inquisitive, has a boundless imagination and preternatural hearing except when he is not listening; which is usually when I am asking him to do something he’d rather not do. My husband […]

I love getting pictures of kids reading (and apparently enjoying) the book!

Last night I couldn’t sleep. I was fretting and my mind was running in circles. A poem from my high school years tapped at the edges of my consciousness but I couldn’t remember the exact words and it was annoying. […]

In the spirit of the season….A Pome (“poem”) as my ninth grade english teacher would have said). By the way except for some bits of Shakespeare (Hamlet, Antony and Cleopatra, R&J) I can never memorize anything but for some reason […]

Finally…I hate to admit it because I love winter. I love fresh, white snow and crisp, cold air that crackles in my lungs- incidentally NY has nothing on Ontario where I grew up, where my glasses were iced with frozen […]

Great beginnings. Great first lines. I’ve been wrestling with a new beginning to my book (Feltus Ovalton and the Awful Becoming)- or perhaps I should change that to awful beginning? This often happens once I start the revision process. Something […]