Emily Blejwas jumps right into the title of her book, Like Nothing Amazing Ever Happened, with a TPing, (which seems an important thing to read about right now!) 

As far as I can tell, Peanut thinks he’s the appointed guard for the Butler-Taylor Spread. From his perch in the tree, he can spot an invader to our eight acres with those big chartreuse eyes. 

Not quite ten years ago, Deborah Wiles promoted Countdown and Revolution, the first two books of her historical trilogy, at the Fay B. Kaigler Book Festival at the University of Southern Mississippi. She alluded to her not-yet-written third and final book of the series to take place during the Viet Nam Conflict.

Aunt Ruth left peacefully to meet her maker during her sleep early in this coronavirus pandemic. Like many other families, we have postponed our time together to share our stories, our memories, and our grief. In the meantime, writing them helps as I look at a wish fulfilled.

The March 2020 issue of Smithsonian magazine took me back in time with its article on Gene Stratton-Porter in “The Legend of the Limberlost.” 

This is poetry month, and most of us have more time to observe it than usual. I have always taken the designation as an excuse to read extra poetry. This year with the extra time, I’m trying my hand at writing some. 

Shock and grief hit the world of children’s book readers and writers this week in the death of Tomie de Paola. The lovable little guy became a literary giant among children, teachers, and writers. 

Spring triggered curiosity with seven-year-old Benjamin as he turned over a rotten log and discovered a slug. He brought the animal to show me on his open palm and introduced the animal as “Slimy.”

On her recent visit, my sister Ruth recommended a compelling book she was reading on the plane. Then she went further and sent it to me when she got home! 

CDC, WHO, and the media have brought on a turning of the tables by our youngest son, aided and abetted by our DIL, who live next door. Al and I are grounded in the pictured place until further notice. 

One of the disappointing losses with the cancelling of the Fay B. Kaigler Book Festival was the visit by this year’s USM Medallion award winner for her body of work, Rita Williams-Garcia. 

What began as an adjustment for our voting place turned into an adventure on March 10. 

As my inbox fills up with cancellations with this coronavirus outbreak, some hurt more than others. Top of the list is a tie between the Kaigler Book Festival and the JambaLAya Writers Conference. 

There are few things that can bring on as many mixed feelings for me as technology. A recent news item showing a writer who still uses a typewriter looked absolutely archaic and brought tender feelings toward my computer. 

Knowing her love of reading, Carrel’s son asked which book, of all the ones she had promoted over the years, she would like him to read aloud to her.

I recently took an interesting challenge to write about myself at fifteen and then as I am today.

When you start with a good English mystery set in a historical time and throw in a bit of romance, you have hope of an excellent read. Charles Finch makes good on that promise in The Last Passenger published on February 18. 

Grandson Benjamin asked me a hard question, “Grandma, when did you start liking books?” Truthfully, that goes back beyond my memory, although I remember loving books long before I could read.

The prologue to Robert Dugoni’s murder mystery that is just out this week, A Cold Trail, begins in Cedar Grove, Washington in 1993. “Heather Johansen wiped her tears and the driving rain that blurred her vision and ran down her face.” 

In the advertising for the annual Fay B. Kaigler Book Festival at the University of Southern Mississippi each spring, special writers and illustrators are touted along with great and meaningful breakout sessions that enhance experiences with children’s and young adult books.