World Read Aloud Day

January 29, 2026January 29, 2026 / still a dreamer / 2 Comments

It’s coming up fast!

I hadn’t been aware until fairly recently that I could participate in this wonderful opportunity to read my picture book to children anywhere in the world via Zoom on World Read Aloud Day!

There is an endless amount of information on the benefits of reading aloud to children. It literally builds neural pathways that contribute to emotional well-being and academic success. Reading celebrates our deep connections to one another and the world. It is never too early to read aloud to a child!

If you would like me to read my book, Where Do Butterflies Go at Night? 2nd Edition, to your class or library group, we can arrange a time. Sessions are 20 minutes long, from 10 am to 2 pm, EST. I will read my book, and have a short Q and A at the end.

Please contact me if interested. I would love to read to your class.

I Am Honored

January 12, 2026 / still a dreamer / 10 Comments

I am both honored and grateful to have received an award for my picture book, Where Do Butterflies Go at Night? 2nd Edition.

My book is the 2025 winner in the Poetry Category from Northern Lights Book Awards, who “Honor Children’s Literature of Exceptional Merit.” This is especially meaningful to me as a writer, as writing is something I have loved to do most of my life, and continue to do today.

They wrote, “Thank you for the enchanted time you gave our judges. It was a pleasure and an honor to read your book.” I am humbled.

I am also always grateful for Stella’s beautiful artwork, and that together, in words and images, we can take you through the rich imagination of a child who wonders where these magical butterflies go when daylight fades.

Butterflies is available on Amazon by clicking on the book cover found in the navigation.

When the Ugly Becomes Beautiful

November 7, 2025 / still a dreamer / 5 Comments

A magnificent sky and moon this past Halloween night. You might not even notice at first that there is a cell tower next to the gigantic pine at the left.

When it was announced that a cell tower was to be built behind the last row of houses across the street from my own, my neighbors and I were appropriately incensed. We went to town meetings, complained, and did our best to keep our neighborhood beautiful and cell tower-free. We lost.

One upside — it was built much farther back than we had been led to believe. It’s there, kind of glowering, but not quite as intrusive as expected.

But here is the other upside …

The cell tower is a daily host to an array of crows and/or black vultures. In the morning, they tend to congregate on the lowest tier, but towards mid-late afternoon, they are perched on the top tier. (Seeing both occupied, as in the photo, is actually unusual.)

They chase each other back and forth from the tower to the pines, perhaps playing, displaying dominance, or jockeying for the best position. They sit up top after a rain, spreading their wings wide to dry in the sun, or wrap themselves up in the warming rays to keep out the cold. It’s hard not to watch them.

While the cell tower is not an attractive addition to our local “skyline”, its visitors bring a life and beauty we would otherwise not have known.

So much of how we view life is in our perspective, no?

Walk with Me …

November 1, 2025November 1, 2025 / still a dreamer / 6 Comments

Autumn is settling in, the leaves are crispy underfoot, and the sparkle on the river is courtesy of a sun meeting the trees a little earlier each day. Come walk with me …

The path to the river is thick and overgrown with the remains of summer. It’s just a step over the old, forgotten railroad tracks and through barely matted weeds to the crest overlooking the river’s edge.

Greens become burgundy and slowly drape over a slate walkway.

A faceless wraith overlooking the road to the bridge.

Late afternoon shadows fall across dried leaves, grass, and the road, which runs parallel to the river.

Froggy statuary graces a small garden spot. I am tipping my hat to Portland as I pass.

The Delaware River, looking north, a view that never wears thin, especially when it reflects a sky so insistently blue.

Covered with tombstones, ghosts, and mums, my neighbor’s fence looks even spookier at night with orange and purple lights, a big draw to Halloween night’s trick or treaters.

I never fail to be aware, and grateful, for the beauty and kindness that surrounds me where I live. Especially now. Quality of life counts for a lot.

Ocean Poem

August 27, 2025 / still a dreamer / 2 Comments

It’s the last hurrah of summer. I rarely share my poetry online, but … here I am.

Ocean

Foam, waves, tripple around my feet
now gloriously raw from the pebbles and shell bits.
White bubbling sea patterns
rushing up cold to catch me
in their beckoning game,
spitting up dares from amidst green breakers
and blended from a cerulean horizon.
Yes, I’m red-raw, but come `round me,
I see you so little, my friend.