Family

Author Michael Swanwick wrote an essay about one of his favorite hangouts as a teen, where he read comics, fished, and whatnot with friends of his. Only thing was, he never told his mom where he was going specifically, or that it involved a dangerous climbing trek to get there. She found out by reading his essay.

Today marks the thirty-sixth year since my birth in the dewey, pre-dawn hours of Portland, Maine. After hours of labor, I was placed my mother’s stomach as they announced “it’s a girl”. Through a medicated fog she mumbled “that’s nice” and fell asleep.

Based on model rocketry, I'm a new author

children 8 years old on up

To encourage children to read and learn

I'm very new here.. Just testing features

A Tribute to Preston Allen