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Songs of Root and Sky

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I'm a city girl. For most of my life, I've lived in SoCal, with a brief stint in Berkeley as a young teen. My family moved around a lot, but the closest we got to anything resembling raw nature was in my earliest years, when we lived just a few blocks from the Pacific Ocean in the smallish city of Hermosa Beach. In the summers, as my shoulders darkened to a deep brown, and my young feet and fingers dug happily into warm sand, I was lulled by the lavish roar of ocean waves. But it wasn't until I turned fifteen that I paid much attention to birds. I've written previously on this blog about my appreciation for crows, those intellectual giants of the avian world, as well as my sorrow over one particular member of that species, Mr. Crow , whose plight elicited the communal action and angst of my little neighborhood, sandwiched between a couple of L.A.'s busiest thoroughfares. But if I have to be honest, mockingbirds have always been my favorite birds. In the sum

Fleur's Back - in Tizita, Book Two of The Fleur Trilogy!

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Fleur Robins burst into my life like a firecracker, excitedly skipping ahead of me, tugging me into realms I barely knew existed and stretching my mind as impossibly as childbirth once stretched my body. Writers are often encouraged to write about what we know, but my grasp of quantum physics was basically nil until Fleur's terror of the void and her insatiable curiosity led me to pore over obscure physics journals and daunting mathematical equations like the proverbial mad scientist - in my own case, an admittedly limited version of the real deal. I became captive to this young girls' odd-duckish sort of mind as she sought in her uniquely associative fashion to escape the "whirling pit of everlasting emptiness," first encountered on her abusive father's Main Line estate. Who else but Fleur would attempt to resurrect a beloved grandfather by plumping his suited crotch with water as he lay in his casket? Or repair a ruptured relationship with her best fr

Stand Up Like a Mountain

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I can’t believe it’s been two whole years since I last posted here in Cyber Land. During that time, a new grandchild burst into my life like a wild wind, toppling old routines and riveting my attention. I’ve become the archetypal grandma, yakking away to everyone I meet about the boy’s impish humor, his voluminous vocabulary, his undying passion for big trucks, helicopters, and Thomas the Tank Engine. At the drop of a hat, I’m liable to rattle on about how he’s a sucker for his older sister, finds rocks utterly fascinating, and loves nothing more than to kick, kick, kick his chubby ankles in the pool. But baby boys get bigger, and sometimes even grandmas have additional incarnations itching to be born. As Mr. Adorable steps more confidently into the world, Fleur and I commence a new leg of our own journey. I’m over the moon to share with you that Thomas-Jacob Publishing  will be releasing The Fleur Trilogy , beginning with the second