Read The Will Darling Adventures. Okay, bye.

Is this what people who see Jesus in a piece of toast feel like?

Me, cleaning out Henry’s schoolwork folder: “Henry! This is really good!” Him: “Yeah! That’s Martin Luther King, Jr. [flips a few pages] And this….

…is a Predator after he falls into a cactus.” 🌵

Speaking of Dee, look at this bad ass final book of The Burnished City trilogy, freshly out and about!

Emmy D’s “The name—of it—is ‘Autumn’” is the 1862 version of Slayer’s “Raining Blood,” for real.

Henry was a natural with the sewing part! He particularly loved swiping the thread through the wax. They started working on the actual story last night. (Henry: story and illustrations, K writing out the text.)

Live photo of me this summer.

Me: “Why does he have his eyes scratched out?” Henry: “Jellyfish don’t have eyes. His name is Mr. Crab Potato Jr. He’s saying hi. Also he’s displeased.”