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Seems as if I do most of my blogging on Facebook nowadays. It's short and sweet and easy. I do enjoy reading Live Journal, though, and love hearing (in my head, as I read!) what everybody is doing.

I have a break from MFA work, which is nice. Next residency is July 11-23. I'm excited to go to Vermont!

Picked up a freelance writing gig for which I'm writing about legislation to help self-employed disabled veterans. Check out My Dad's a veteran, so I believe in the cause.

Will be presenting at the Stroudsburg University summer reading conference on Friday. Registration is way down, so if anybody is interested get in touch with the university. Doggone economy is hitting everybody hard.

I'll also be presenting a morning storytime on July 1st at the Margate Library. Come one; come all. Margate's just a bit south of Atlantic City, so if you happen to be at the beach (and are reading LJ!) pop in for an hour.

Enjoy the sunshine!
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Teen Writers: Check This Out!

Grub Street's YAWP Summer Teen Writing Fellowship immerses students age 13-18 in the writer's life of craft and publishing. Admitted writers will participate in workshops, classes, and readings Monday-Thursday, July 27-August 6. Each student will receive a $300 stipend upon completion of the program.

Applications are due June 19th. DON'T WAIT! APPLY NOW!

More information and application forms can be found at:;
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Book Expo was as busy and fun and exhausting and inspiring as ever. My cousin Denise came into the city and we saw "Wicked," which was fantastic. Ate good food. I love New York.

So now that we're all Twittering and FaceBook-ing, it's hard to find time for Live Journal, too, isn't it?! Social networking could be a job in itself.
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VOYA review for Planet Pregnancy

VOYA will be giving "Planet Pregnancy" some nice words. Yay!

PLANET PREGNANCY - Voice of Youth Advocates (VOYA) - June 2009

Seventeen-year-old Sahara has just left Texas and entered Planet Pregnancy, inhabited only by herself and “Embryo.” Sahara cannot imagine how she could be pregnant because “tragedy happens to other people, not me.” When Sahara becomes the stereotypical “catastrophe,” she is understandably frightened and shies from revealing her circumstances to those who might provide help and support as she attempts to make a decision that will alter the rest of her life. As the days tick by and Sahara remains silent, she is overwhelmed by the only three options she can conceive: to become a young mother, to give up her child for adoption, or to “Take Care Of It” and try to move beyond her mistake. Alone with her thoughts, Sahara’s terror deepens as her condition progresses, and her options quickly begin to run out.

Told in free verse that lends authenticity to the narrator’s teen voice, this novel chronicles the momentous nine-month journey that Sahara enters, starting with the shocking results of her home pregnancy test and ending after the delivery of her child. The discomforts of pregnancy and the anguish of being seventeen and on the verge of adult life are presented with humor and honesty, making Sahara leap off the page and become a girl who could be found in any school, anywhere in modern America. Although some readers might disagree with Sahara’s ultimate choice, the novel is a realistic and compelling read for any teen. —Jennifer McConnel.
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Happy Mother's Day?

Hope that every mother had a lovely Mother's Day! Mine was good up until, oh, about midnight, when my son called downstairs, "MOM! I don't have a bed!" "What do you mean?" I called back. "There's water everywhere," he shouted in return. I ran upstairs, and lo and behold, his waterbed was now a frame of water leaking onto the floor. Yuck. We worked for about an hour, throwing soaked sheets and comforters and pillows out the window and using the Shop Vac on the water and aiming fans at the flooded floor and moving books from the room under the flooded floor in case the ceiling started to leak. Whew. Apparently, our new puppy may have chewed a hole in the mattress. But guess what? We adore her anyway! That's the magic of dogs: unconditional love that goes both ways.

So that was the night. My MD gift was a pink dogwood tree, now planted in the backyard, on the spot where our golden retriever Angel is buried.

Enjoy your day, all!
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Thursday Again!

So it's been a week since I posted. Where does the time go?! Well, let's see . . . I was at Sesame Place with Grand Ones, and hiking in the rain in Nolde Forest. Then I was working and writing and working and writing. MFA packet was due. My response came today and my advisor says that I've finally nailed the elusive and dreaded critical essays! Yay.

Next week is the writing retreat with Symansker and The Sykester. (Sounds ominous, doesn't it?) My dog Sasha is going along, and I'm writing a feature on the dog-friendly "Olivia's" in Cape May, NJ.

I'm excited, too, for Book Expo at the end of the month. Any of you going to be there?
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"An old racetrack joke reminds you that your program
contains all the winners' names. I stare at my
typewriter keys with the same thought."

~ Mignon McLaughlin