Anna i Smith

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When you read this I am in the process of searching for an agent for my just completed middle-grade manuscript Daisy Grace at Ten: Dear Faraway Girl.

For her tenth birthday Daisy gets a journal. This, she decides, will be a place to write down all of her secret thoughts, and wishes. And her goal is to get to the last page in exactly one year. 

By the time she turns eleven she hopes:

 

1. Olivia will still be her best friend.

2. Max will discover that being funny is much more important than being pretty. 

3. Mrs. L  will figure out that Daisy has what it takes to become a world-famous writer.

4. And she hopes this will be the year she can finally start wearing a training bra. 

And when she gets to the last page she'll travel far away from home, find a girl just like her, and secretly drop the journal into her backpack. Because when you're shy but have a lot on your mind, writing to a stranger is so much easier than talking to a friend.  

 

From Daisy Grace at Ten

 

 

"Grandma says we need more listeners in this world. She says you learn more from listening than from talking. If that’s really true I’d be a genius by now."

"I hate when I get all teary-eyed... I tell people I’m okay but my eyes betray me."

" Whenever I miss someone I kind of make up this picture in my mind of love, happiness, and sadness playing on the same team."

 

 

"Of all the seasons, I think summer is the hardest working one."

"Maybe I’m becoming an adult? Maybe I’ll start liking weird movies, laugh at stuff no kid would ever laugh at, and eat shrimp and avocado?  I hope not."

Samples of Previously Published Work

"There were twenty-five thousand nights of closing his eyes with her hand in his. Twenty-five thousand mornings of meeting her gaze. There were twenty-five thousand days and nights of slowly coming together and wearing down differences. Loving, adoring, accepting, forgiving, annoying in a predictable loop."

      

The Tishman Review, October 2019

"Back then there was no inner voice telling me this too shall pass, telling me that whatever worries blanketed my mind would slowly dissolve. No, time doesn't heal all wounds. But time lets new experiences enter, giving existing worries some loving company."

                                                                                                      

   Excerpt from Crow's Feet: Life As We Age, 2020

"Women wore their hair short. Wash and set on Fridays after cleaning the house all day. Follow up with enough hairspray to last a week. Bake a sponge cake and let the weekend begin. The only woman over thirty with long hair was the free-spirited lady a block away. Her father was the leader of the communist party of Sweden. So no wonder."

                                                                                                                              

  from the Medium publication Crows Feet, 2019

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