Year: 2018

I first met P.J. (Pam) Lazos way back in the 20th century before the days of blogs and cell phones. She and my wife Krista (who wasn’t yet my wife) had just graduated from Temple Law School and decided to celebrate with a group adventure to Europe. As Krista now says, I tagged along like gum on their shoe.

I knew the SCBW&I (Society of Children’s Book Author’s and Illustrators) event was going to be a great way to celebrate the release of my new book Ready or Not, Woolbur Goes to School, but I was worried the advertising may have exaggerated the farmyness of my farm:

For as long as I can remember my wife Krista and I have dreamt of owning a farm, but we always thought it would be sometime in the distant future. After our two boys were out of college. When we were nearer retirement. When we had more time. When we had more money. That all changed in early July when we decided to look at a property for sale a mile-and-a-half from our home. We both knew instantly this farm was the one. We settled by the end of August.

Dear Diary,

Their arrival was unanticipated: five fuzzy balls scurrying about on skinny little legs going CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP.

I don’t know what they are.

I don’t know why they’re here.