Marion Dane Bauer
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My Life in 8 Words
Q. What is your motto or maxim?
A. Life is a gift.
Q. What is your greatest achievement?
A. Arriving intact in my eighth decade, still open, still learning, still glad to be here.
Q. What trait is most noticeable about you?
A. Pretty quiet.
Q. Who is your favorite fictional hero?
A. Gilly Hopkins
Q. What 3 personal qualities are most important to you?
A. Emotional honesty, openness, empathy.
April 15, 2014Kathi Appelt, the amazing Kathi Appelt, is my picture book guru. Everyone who has ever attempted to write a picture book should have one.
I have been struggling with a 400-word picture book for months now. It was sold. I had an introduction to a new editor, a contract in hand, the first half of the advance. And then the editor and I realized that the text she... see more
April 08, 2014We are programed, each of us, to pay attention to the negative emotions, fear, anger, jealousy, sorrow. Being aware that we are afraid and tending to that fear is a matter of survival, even today. We don’t need a saber-toothed tiger waiting to pounce to justify our fear. A semi barreling toward us will do very nicely. Or a rumor that there are going to be cut-backs at the office.
But joy is another matter entirely. It comes on the breath of a spring day and is gone with the passing breeze. Tara Brach, in a recent dharma talk, recommended pausing for ten breaths when we are visited by joy.... see more
April 02, 2014
It’s been a long winter for those of us in the Upper Midwest. I won’t bother with the statistics, just let the word long stand. Snow and ice and winds and below-zero temperatures. Broken pipes, crunched cars, middle-of-the-night furnace emergencies. Our two small dogs beg to go outside then stand, bewildered, holding up one paw, then another.
Last summer my partner and I landscaped the yard of our... see more
March 26, 2014From Isaac Asimov:
A couple of months ago I had a dream, which I remember with the utmost clarity. (I don’t usually remember my dreams.) I dreamed I had died and gone to Heaven.
I looked about and knew where I was—green fields, fleecy clouds, perfumed air, and the distant, ravishing sound of the heavenly choir. And there was the recording angel smiling broadly at me in greeting.
I said in wonder, “Is this Heaven?”
The recording angel said, “It is.”
I said (and on waking and remembering, I was proud of my integrity), “But there must be a mistake. I don’t belong here.... see more