Published on May 26, 2004
In October 2000, I decided to leave my rewarding and successful forty-two year teaching career at the end of the school year. Like most, I looked forward to traveling, seeing more of my grandkids, and sleeping in late. However, those opportunities were not paramount in my decision-making process. My primary reason for wanting to leave the classroom at age 62 was a desire to go out while I was still on top of my game. I wanted to be remembered as effective, energetic, inspiring, and fun. I did not want to end my career as a crotchety old biddy that fell asleep at her desk during sharing time and waddled to her car at 4:00 in order to “rest up” for another day. It had been a glorious ride, but it was time to dismount and move on.
Published on May 26, 2004
When I was initially told in September 1997 that my three-year-old son Paul had autism, pictures of him sitting in the corner of an institution, rocking back and forth, flashed through my mind. After a week of crying, I found Judy Smith, a wonderful speech and language therapist. She made me believe that Paul could and would be helped.
Published on May 26, 2004
- IQ, the thinking person’s magazine – Writer claims pub refused to provide their payment rates until told where the writer is located. Anyone else have experience with this publication?
- Suite101.com – Writer alleges Suite101.com is publishing archived content in book form.
- Consumers Digest – writer claims non-payment
Published on May 19, 2004
We got the traveling bug last week and took off for an impromptu trip near the coast. The first campground, Red Apple Campground in Kennebunkport, Maine, was well-groomed and had wireless Internet access…but that was about it.
Published on May 19, 2004
In response to last week’s article on Dirty Marketing, I’m posting readers’ responses…
Published on May 19, 2004
This Week:
- Won Your Book As a Door Prize!
- More on Homeschooling
Published on May 19, 2004
While not all e-publishing experiences are bad, mine was one of unpaid royalties, broken promises of POD’s, unanswered messages, royalty percentage changes on bargain sales, failures in promotion, and a finale that included the company going out of business without any formal notice to writers. (I only found out my book was no longer available when I checked my account.)
Published on May 19, 2004
I discovered that she and her husband wanted to recruit me to sell soap and other products that “practically sell themselves.” The couple said they hated their jobs and planned to retire young. They asked about my dreams and created a chart to show how much leisure time I wasted. They were right! Although I didn’t picture myself hawking soap, I could find time for writing.
Published on May 19, 2004
Published on May 12, 2004
I was cuddling Max, putting him down for his afternoon nap, when I noticed that he smelled like raw dirt…you know, that smell you have on your hands after you’ve been digging in the garden. It was a beautiful smell and made me glance outside, longing for the Spring sunshine. I was about to grab my laptop and skip out the backdoor when I noticed clouds had moved in and the skies were looking dark and heavy. Oh well…
