Mirka Muse

A few days ago our family DSL line was disconnected for no reason that we, or the Internet provider, could figure out. DH’s polite pho...

My son, taking a linguistics course in college, is enjoying it immensely. But as he shared tidbits from his professor’s wisdom, this old j...

I’ve heard that no one ever sees themselves as others see them. There’s no way to prove this, but is seems intuitive enough. So when my ...

My father came to refer to my picture book texts as ‘Rabbi & Donkey’ stories. I have never written a picture book with a Rabbi in it,...

With the Jewish High Holidays around the corner, I thought I'd throw some ponderings to the universe. I'm definitely not a Rabbi, ...

While most night dreams are undigested odds n’ ends of the day, some dreams seem to have a different quality. I think of these dreams a...

After re-reading the eloquent Take Joy by Jane Yolen, and being reminded by a dear friend that it’s all been definitively said, ages ago,...

I’ve posted before about the artistic impulse to ‘leave something behind.’ ( ‘Why?’ August 16 2011) I think of it as creating time capsul...

Another writer posted on a kid-lit chat board that she no longer cared if she got published. Her post made me reflect on my own journey. I...

There is a lot of advice on how to be or not to be a writer. One bit I heard too many times to count is that a writer should write everyda...

Many how-to articles tell of rules for writers. I haven’t met a writerly-rule that hasn’t benefited from being broken now and then. I j...

I recall the thrill of walking on the beach in Israel. I was no older than four, kicking sand, when I found an ancient Roman coin. The ...

The key to writing is to have a beginning, middle and an end. This is the beginning. It’s also the beginning of my new blogging adven...