Ever since I was a little girl, I've dreamed of going into the library and pulling a book off the shelf that had my name on the spine. I would stand in front of the R section, staring, trying to figure out which books would be on either side of *my* book.

That day is not here. Not yet. But I'm feeling more like maybe someday it will get here, because as of today my name is at least *in* a book. A real one, published by a real publisher, with an ISBN number and everything. It's not on the spine, because I'm just a contributor to this anthology, not the author of the whole 204 pages of the book. But one little chunk of that 204 pages is by ME, and people, strangers around the world or for generations to come, will be able to read the words that I wrote. It's a little unreal.



The book, since I'm sure you're all dying to know, is called "Just Moms: Conveying Justice in an Unjust World," and it's an anthology of writing by mothers who are attempting to teach the values of peace, justice, equality and simplicity in a world that doesn't seem to value any of those things. When the most aggressive, the most arrogant, and the flashiest seem to come out on top, how do you teach kids what really matters?

There isn't really an answer to that question, of course. No simple, one-size-fits-all answer, anyway. This book isn't a how-to manual, just real-life stories from real-life moms trying to figure it out day after day. I haven't even read all the content yet, but I've met some of the other writers, and they are such fabulous, thoughtful women; I'm honored to have my work alongside theirs.

Interested? Want to hear more? Want to read what I wrote? Here's a link to the book's page from Barclay Press. It's being released April 5, but you can pre-order it now. (Note: I'm not making any money off this--I just get my name in print, some free copies of the book, and discounts on ordering it).

*Shameless self-promotion over. We will now return to our previously scheduled programming.*