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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!
Writing for Kids (While Raising Them) 