Confession time. This post has nothing to do with writing or reading.

I just gotta say it: I love rings.

And not ordinary ones.

Crazy, kitschy, funky rings. Big and loud.

I’ve spent too much time trying to act my age. And why? I’m a picture book author! I should be able to wear Legos on my fingers, right? And polymer clay sushi. And dictionaries. Yes, dictionaries.

Let your inner goofball shine!