MySpaceHarperTeen

Last night, coming home, late, from the city, walking my own suburban streets as the train pulled away, I stared a full, salmon-colored moon in the eye and felt safeguarded, whole. Across the way the fragments and fractures of a carnival were being put into place. A Ferris wheel shimmered with moon. I could see inside the houses of neighbors, the wild shine of big TVs, a pot left to cool on a stove. Home, I thought. Belonging.

I'm blogging about HOUSE OF DANCE on the fantastic MySpaceHarperTeen site today. I hope you'll visit me, and all the talented HarperTeen authors, there.

http://www.myspace.com/harperteen