Author Archives: katemccarrollmoore

These soft April hills Will soon lose their green to dry and dusty brown Today we watch the lavender and mustard and dancing daffodils spread wild along the path of pioneers whose histories bloom each spring

  Cave paintings, smoke signals, writing in the sand Throughout the ages, across the miles, From heart to heart and hand to hand The world grows close, the world expands On foot, on horseback and by air, Today through cyberspace … Continue reading →

Tonight at dinner, my husband lifted his glass, smiled at me and said, “Here’s to forgiveness.” I swallowed hard. Remembered that it’s Christmastime. Tried to find it. Couldn’t. Here’s what happened earlier today. A package that I had been waiting … Continue reading →

Fifteen years ago when I was hired to teach Language Arts at the local middle school, I didn’t have a classroom to call my own. Instead, I was the “roving” teacher, pushing an overflowing cartful of books from classroom to … Continue reading →

The Napping House, written and illustrated by the husband-wife team of Audrey and Don Wood was published more than 30 years ago. It was based on a real life experience, and conveys a sense of warmth and comfort and belonging … Continue reading →

Last month I heard writer Adam Johnson (The Orphan Master’s Son; Fortune Smiles) speak about his writing with San Francisco Chronicle book critic John McMurtrie. Listening to Johnson, an extraordinary storyteller, the thought occurred to me that maybe there was … Continue reading →