Monster-love!

If I Were a Zombie is a boisterous trip through the twisted delights of a child’s imagination. Fun and gross at the same time: what could be better? A delightful, entertaining book sure to be a hit with kids. —National Reading Campaign

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Shoots and songs

Music juju: he is out there too, creatively, writing grant applications and pitching media and heading cross-country fuelled with Timmy's double-doubles and gas station banana bread. The shed sends cheerful smoke into the tree canopy as I shoot, humming.

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Poetry mosh-pit

Four sessions of dozens of kids in one day. No matter where I am, it always starts off the same: What's the biggest library rule? ... BE QUIET they say, in that obedient sing-songy chorus. One kid in the back says NO FLYING SIDE KICKS.

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She dresses

Tea parties and dance halls and lemon yellow picnic gingham, made by hand, with scissor snips at the seams. They find me in antique barns and Frenchy's bins. I am their Josephine Baker, and they are my rainbow tribe of orphans.

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The truth in gridlock

Until we let go of being right, we remain in an endless loop of a You Did A Bad Thing—No, I Did A Good Thing gridlock. It’s an expensive one. It costs energy and turns everyone sour with its touch. It’s a parasite that entrenches deeper, widening the gap.

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ObservationsKate Inglis
The only Orchard

I am thrilled to share the shiny, wonder-eyed news that the excellent Eric Orchard is illustrating the book! Right now! And I'm crying again as he sends sketches through—although this time, it's more cry-giggling. Breakdancing zombies will do that.

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How to get rich

There's a three-legged cat, a 1960s cocktail bar. She is never without Pimm's. She wears mustard-coloured tights and bright teal pumps and a black and white checkered miniskirt. Inland, she's rare to the point of scandalous. I certainly hope so, she says.

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Girl + house = love

You don't pass into made-it-on-your-own territory with a marching band and a fondant cake. You make it on your own mousetrap by mousetrap, taking it on because you may as well, and because live rodents are more icky than dead ones.

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