Elliott Bay Books

Posted by on Aug 22, 2012 in blogpost | 0 comments

Elliott Bay Books

At Nancy and Dan’s suggestion we decided to take our two small children on the ten hour, scenic journey to Seattle instead of the five hour, equally scenic to people from Texas, journey. That’s just what the kids get for having writers for parents, and what we imagined this part of the journey would be included our children getting drenched in waterfalls and moose sightings and snow angels in August. And do you know what? That’s what we got. We even ate the snow we found at the side of the road, knowing full well it was not the kind of snow meant for eating. But again: it...

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Auntie’s & Aunties

Posted by on Aug 22, 2012 in blogpost, event | 0 comments

Auntie’s & Aunties

You ought to make your way to Auntie’s Bookstore a day in your life, and especially if you are an author on a book tour. Their author-handler is a lady by the name of Linda Bond, and she really made my reading into something very lovely and intimate. There were a handful of people and instead of having me stand and face a mostly empty room, she had us all sit down in a circle. I read to the eight people listening like my novel was a story book, and it was a new kind of thing for me. I had left my family to play all day in a lake near Kettle Falls, Washington. I drove with my cousin/aunt...

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NPR’s the Front Row

Posted by on Aug 19, 2012 in blogpost, Interviews and articles | 0 comments

NPR’s the Front Row

Whatever happened to Mayberry?

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Raspberries in Eastern Washington

Posted by on Aug 8, 2012 in blogpost | 0 comments

Raspberries in Eastern Washington

In which we meet a long lost relative and eat her raspberries and are skunked by her in cribbage...

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Missoula

Posted by on Aug 6, 2012 in blogpost, event | 3 comments

Missoula

Every city on my book tour so far has been full of surprises. My dad drove Lila and I up to Missoula, Montana in his shiny blue Cadillac. We reinvented travel bingo, and talked, and listened to more of Little House in the Big Woods, and then spent a couple days with my aunt Patricia Forsberg and uncle Stephen Speckart in Missoula, at their cabin in Rock Creek Canyon. We dipped our toes into a lovely pond with a slimy bottom, popped an inner tube, and dunked our hot Houston blood into lots of cold river water. Our bag is also now 20 lbs heavier, filled with heart-shaped rocks that aunt...

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