Seaward

I went away with my boys to swim alongside the dolphins (it was nearly dusk, we were mostly alone, the dolphins came this close; I speak of the South Carolina coast, my father's home). Above us pelicans embroidered the sky with their beaks and made their laser dives for fish. A storm gathered on the horizon. I tried not to think, only to be.

Meanwhile, the world went on. Meanwhile, someone very kind out there nominated HOUSE OF DANCE for the ALA's Best Books for Young Readers list, so that HOUSE now joins UNDERCOVER on the same panel of considered books. Meanwhile, The Story Siren (have you seen her site? you must visit, if you haven't) posted a HOUSE contest, which is still running, if any of you would like a shot at a signed book.

http://www.thestorysiren.com/

We returned to a house, stilled. To one week more of being a family of three, until we become a family of three except that one of the three happens to be away at a most amazing college—the most amazing college for that one of three.

I'm not in the mood for much of anything, save to cheer our Michael Phelps on. Dolphins, be with him.