Today William and Abner curl by my side near the fire. I'm drawn to the picture at the top of this page, me as a child in northern New Jersey. I found it tucked in an old book. I realize (happily) that I still often wear baggy pants, cardigan sweaters, and sensible shoes. It warms my heart to hold on to pieces of that small child, to honor her, to love her unconditionally. I remember that young girl having a big heart when it came to animals and this old girl does, too. Seems every book I've written has a critter or two in the plot, even my exercise book Maximum Fitness. And my story (Eggnog with Pickles) published in Chicken Soup for the Soul was about a cat. I've been edgy lately, unable to settle into a new project. Perhaps a message here? Well, since I'm already wearing my baggy pants, think I'll curl up and write poetry and stories about animals. Welcome to MY CRITTERS.
|William and Abner|