on yourLDSneighborhood Newsstands - 2 June 2008
The willowy blonde sat in her Big Bird jammies, a chocolate cupcake in one hand.
Putting my pencil between my teeth, I re-read the words I'd written and then erased them. Next I drew a tulip with eyes, a nose and a goatee … and then my mind wandered.
“Writers are a superstitious lot,” I announced.
“Ummm,” my husband, Russ, replied. I wondered if that meant he was listening or he liked the looks of the donut sitting on my desk. -- Read More