This was taken at the old house, during a rousing game of Scrabble right before we moved. The theme has been carried over to Little House, and we play spelling games almost constantly. Scrabble is still a favorite, but Banangrams is quickly overtaking it. Abby is the biggest proponent of spelling, and constantly asks me to narrate her life and give her words. I understand, chickadee, I truly do.  I find papers all over with her writing on them- sometimes she actually writes something that is a real word.

When I was little I would fill page after page with little squiggles, pretending I was writing. I loved the written word, and before I could write in cursive, I made up my own squiggles. I also had library cards in all the books in my room, and played library with my dog- after I dressed him in my clothes. What can I say? I was an only-child until I was seven. I also gave ‘birth’ to volleyballs in the front yard too, but that’s another story for another day.

Which is a long way of telling you I have been asked to contribute to an anthology. A real, honest to goodness book. A. Real. Book. Me. Now, it’s not a for-sure thing yet, and I still have to pass the editorial process and the actual editing itself- but still! Yay! When it’s more real than just a possibility, I’ll absolutely share more. But for now- I’ll just leave you with this awesome illustration to tied you over. I may also have another artist on my hands. I’m so proud of him!