My love of poetry was born in a scandal.
I took the poem that was printed inside my Lisa Frank folder and submitted it as my own work to a school poetry contest in the 2nd grade. It won first place and I thought it was the perfect crime.
Until my mom found out (almost immediately).
She made me confess, write a new, original poem and apologize to everyone.
It never occurred to me that a poem didn't have to rhyme. So I wrote my whole apology poem in rhyme, and I actually won the contest.
That was the beginning of my love for words and what they could do when arranged just right. I started making all my index cards rhyme so I'd remember study guide information, I wrote ridiculous parodies for presentations in high school, I sang songs I'd written for friends at their weddings, and eventually, I wrote papers in rhyme for my graduate degree.
Now I write to help myself make sense of the world, and for kids, because I like how they think. And I love the idea of some little second grader reading a story that rhymes and then entering their own work into a poetry contest.
I live in a lovely little city called Spokane with my husband Eric and our feisty old cat, Gladys.
If you're interested in a custom piece, working with me on a project (I promise, my plagiarism days ended in '93) or if you just want to say hi, feel free to contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org.