Maybe I'll live to regret this, but another busy week has slowed my posting habit. (I'm typing this at intermission of a recital I'm accompanying, my second today.) I really enjoyed reading this blogger's analysis of one of his early literary works, so I couldn't resist linking to a little book I wrote for my kid sisters when I was . . . younger. My ever creative Mom had made little fabric books (about 1-inch tall) with real pages and we had fun turning them into books. The family classic Rex the Stickman, my first real opus, was one of the results.