leaving on a jet plane

two writer friends were god-sends in the past few days:
one on the phone from chicago -- just talking writing plans and dreams with him brought alive something that was a little sleepy.

another friend called from an airport between north africa and atlanta -somehow minneapolis became one of her connections. i'll be rooming with her in a few days and see her once a year, unless i make it to the netherlands where she lives on rotterdam harbor. she never fails to inspire.

leaving for atlanta in a few hours for the christian booksellers convention. i will be reporting from there and will include phenomenal facts and insider commentary.

this evening -- family competitions -- i defended my title as air hockey champion, won at go-cart races (okay, i did take off well before the light turned green, but i didn't know there was a light), played video games and my first laser tag (what fun is that), watched in amazement at my children, how i love them! saw a bumper sticker: it's never too late for a good childhood. i have a bit of peter pan in me.

quote: "velour sweatshirts, for sure, but not baby pink or blue. maroon or fuchsia are always in style." from "Style Tips for Heavy Eaters" in The Sopranos Cookbook.