In keeping with where I'm from and since this website is still relatively new and we're still getting to know each other, here's a different approach to the Where I'm From poem, talking specifically about my hometown. I Come From by Sarah Steele December 2008 I come from Otsego where the people "Come to Work, Come to [...]
P.S. Neither my skills nor my passions have led me to believe that I have a career in taking selfies. How do you know when something is your passion? You like lots of things. You do lots of things (maybe even well). So how can you know?! I like singing, crafting, teaching, writing, reading, playing many sports and instruments, children, organizing, [...]
Every week or two, I'll be sharing a little peek into my writer's journal. Poems or short stories. From high school or yesterday. Deeply personal or generic. Familiar or new. I'd like to kick off with an oldie I wrote early in our marriage, inspired by George Ella Lyon's poem. I wrote this as part [...]
A few days ago, I shared the story of our first book, The Shoephabet. As promised, I'd like to now share our journey with our second book, The Monsterbet. When our first-born book was yet a baby, a good friend and fellow Grace alum Daniel Manduka (<---check out his website; can't wait to tap into even more of [...]
Many people have asked. (And many is an understatement.) Where did we get the idea for alphabet books? Why did we choose to self-publish? What company did we use? How did we go about making a book? And more. This post is a beginning of this conversation, though I'm sure there will be more to [...]
We are a disciplined couple. Our wedding day: December 30, 2006 When James and I were first married and aggressively tackling our student loan debt (and after we had our lives completely changed by Dave Ramsey's Financial Peace University), we didn't spend a single penny without knowing exactly where it was going. My entire teacher's salary went toward [...]
I write because I have to I write because I must I write because my brain is full And I might just bust I write to share my deepest joys I write to heal my hurts I write, in part, to save my friends From my ever-incessant blurts Aaaand now I'm trying, trying to write in prose. [...]