Author: Anne Ursu

My colleagues are writing short. I admire this. This is a skill. I have some skills. I make very good pie and can swear a blue streak. I can identify a first-or-second season Blue’s Clues episode in the first ten seconds,...

So, there might have been a bit of a self-pitying blog post last week. Mistakes were made. The truth is, in this world, toddler effluvium happens, sometimes with the immensity* and ardor of a twenty-one page, single-spaced...

My esteemed fellows in Inkpottery are writing beautiful posts that thoughtfully plumb the depths of lovely writing metaphors–this is the sort of thing they do, after all. Meanwhile I have spent the last week cleaning up...

Ron’s post got me thinking–not about cats who are pains in the butt, though I believe that is something that is going around and I highly suggest everyone get theirs vaccinated–but about buddies. Writing...

There are times it’s hard to walk into a bookstore. Sometimes you are in the kids section of your fabulous indie watching your little boy play at the train table, and your eye catches some enormous display of a shiny YA...