Dears! I’m leaving for South Korea in 8 days! I simply don’t know what to do with my adrenaline, so I’m pretending to design to a book that isn’t yet written. Jeez, isn’t that what Hollywood does? Start with the marketing and go backwards from there? At the Frankfort, Kentucky Book Fair back in November,…

Dears, The time is 12:36 p.m. and I’ve already had one hell of a day. In the best possible way. David was crying at 9 a.m. because he couldn’t draw a hand or foot very well. I showed him a picture of the Mona Lisa because some people say her fingers look odd. “See D,”…

Dears, Twenty Thirteen taxed My Brain. Exactly one year after my father died, my book about him was born.  The work needed to complete the story, get it published and then share it just about killed me. But thanks, in part, to the wild way in which I was raised—swimming with gators and pulling boats named Garuda—I…