I love March Madness, except for the fact that Mizzou didn’t make it this year. (We’ll get ’em next year!) So, look what someone else is doing–a Literary-Lovers’ March Madness. And LARA and I made it to the second round. LARGER-THAN-LIFE LARA contains just about everything I know about writing. And since everyone has been bullied and has bullied in some way, readers get the subtle anti-bullying theme. I don’t think I’ve asked anyone to vote for me since I ran for office at Missouri Girls State…and loss. Round 2 ends Thursday. Here’s the link if you’re up for it: http://readthearc.com/literary-lovers-madness-round2/
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When I was a kid, my two favorite words were “‘Member when. . .?” The words came out soft as clouds and steeped in magic, words that could unlock the past and let me in. I was blessed to be born into a family of great storytellers. My mom, Helen Eberhart Daley, had 10 brothers and sisters, who married and gave me dozens of cousins. At our yearly reunion, those words, “‘Member when…?” sparked and fired around the dinner table, ushering in tales of ships crossing the ocean to America, of horse trading and working the land, of love and loss.
And of war. Five of Mom’s brothers fought in WWII, and so did she. That’s where Nurse Helen met the dashing Frank Daley, an Army doctor. I grew up on their true stories of war, sacrifice, and love. March 7th is the release of WITH LOVE, WHEREVER YOU ARE, A Novel based on their amazing true story. It’s a book I’ve been writing since childhood, when I steeped myself in their memories. My hope is that their story would honor them and others like them. I’ll be blogging about the stories behind the story. Hope you stay tuned!
I’m glad that while I could, I pestered my parents for “‘Member whens.” And now, my grandkids are pestering me.
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Kid in a Box — a vain attempt to keep them from growing up
Here are some more insights from children I interviewed:
Me (to boys K-2nd): Who’s the boss at your house?
- “My dad’s the boss of our house because my mom said so.”
- “My mom is the boss of our house. She’s so good at it she’s even the boss of her work.”
- “My dad really is the boss of our house . . . till Grandma comes over. Then he’s just one of us.”
Me (to girls K-2nd): What was your mom like when she was your age?
- “I don’t know because I wasn’t there, but my guess would be . . .pretty bossy.”
- “They say she used to be nice!”
Me: Why do you think we even have mothers?
2nd-grade boy: “She’s the only one who knows where the Scotch tape is?”