“What advice can you give me on how to get my writing published?” For years, whenever people have asked me this question, I’ve hemmed and hawed and stumbled and fumbled and generally improvised my way through something that may have sounded like a good reply but...
“It is cold. See the snow. See the snow come down.” Eleven words, and I was off and running. These are the opening lines of Little Bear, by Else Holmelund Minarik, with illustrations by the immortal Maurice Sendak. Little Bear was the first book I ever read to myself....
As the sky darkened the ocean’s surface began to exhibit a strange glow. Patches of otherwordly light shimmered and danced. Finn had studied this. Bioluminescence, from squid, crustaceans, and plankton. Generated by a light-emitting molecule called luciferin,...
