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Allyson was a precocious seven-year-old, innocent as a newborn but a soul older than the granite in the hillside behind her grandfather’s house. Her eyes were deep pools that lit up at the thought of journeys to ancient or exotic lands, visitations by angels, or rummaging through the old trunks and wardrobes in her grandparent’s attic.
June 3, 2016: Tonight I was interviewed by Rodney Bardin of station KCTY/FM radio in Long Beach, CA about my book, “The Ultimate Book of Dad Jokes” – The interview ran a full hour with 3 breaks for commercials and station identification – Rodney was a most congenial host and made me feel right at home in a conversational talk session – We
Last night we held a gala book signing for our book, “The Ultimate Book of Dad Jokes” for author, me, and illustrators, Casey, Venice, Xander, and Teiya (Sadly Teiya was home sick and missed the signing. Her grandfather, however, dropped a batch of books by during the day and she was able to pen her signature in the books for the event.) – We gathered together the whole famn dambly from Eugene: Me and Barbara – Tori&Paul Beyer-Nagai and Casey and Teiya – Diana&Chris Nagai-Bailey and Venice and
The winds had died down to a mere whisper around midnight, but the penetrating cold remained and cut deep to the bone. It was the time of the new moon, and the canopy of the heavens was clear, and stars spangled the curtain of darkness with a brilliance that took one’s breath away. The air was full with anticipation and promise.
Was returning home from a photo shoot in Marin County, CA circa 1998 and saw out of the corner of my eye as I drove by a bank of mailboxes – I stopped, turned around retracing my steps and found the little cul-de-sac for which this was the posting area for the U.S. Mail…
Alli moved through the room with ease, and other than a furtive glance from someone at the far table, no one took notice of her. It was quiet in the way that libraries are quiet – with a hint of echoes bouncing off the high vaulted ceilings. You could almost hear the books breathing. The quiet was offset by the rushing of the wind and the pelting of the hard-driven rains on the tall windows above