Amy MacDonald
@amymacdonaldftw.bsky.social
Award-winning children's author, editor, book reviewer | Freelance journalist | Kennedy Ctr Teaching Artist | Activist |
LITTLE BEAVER & THE ECHO, RACHEL FISTER'S BLISTER, NO MORE NICE...
I don't sing and I'm not Scottish.
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LITTLE BEAVER & THE ECHO, RACHEL FISTER'S BLISTER, NO MORE NICE...
I don't sing and I'm not Scottish.
AmyMacDonald.com
#kidlit
Word people: I'm announcing a contest for Most Overused Word of 2024. I'm nominating my personal favorite: "curated." Every damn thing that used to be chosen or selected or picked is now "curated."" Take Saratoga Spring Water. Did you know that it's curated? Well it is.
What word do you nominate?
What word do you nominate?
November 16, 2024 at 10:42 PM
Word people: I'm announcing a contest for Most Overused Word of 2024. I'm nominating my personal favorite: "curated." Every damn thing that used to be chosen or selected or picked is now "curated."" Take Saratoga Spring Water. Did you know that it's curated? Well it is.
What word do you nominate?
What word do you nominate?
"I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief...
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free."
from Wendell Berry's Peace of Wild Things
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief...
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free."
from Wendell Berry's Peace of Wild Things
November 14, 2024 at 5:01 PM
"I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief...
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free."
from Wendell Berry's Peace of Wild Things
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief...
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free."
from Wendell Berry's Peace of Wild Things