Painted in fat white strokes on a rock on a back road in New Hampshire I saw the words, "I Still Love You, Chicken Farmer." They bound me to New Hampshire on a bitter cold morning when I was traveling to lead a book discussion in a library.

I write about New Hampshire towns. I also write about the thin coast of Thailand, immigrant families from Sudan, an English village where cats rule, and a Cambodian teenage mom in a Massachusetts mill city. I offer writing workshops and lead book discussions along the way.

Please visit my blog, The Elephant Rag, where I’ve been gathering resources on literature from many cultures for children and young adults, literacy, and global media. May you find white strokes on rocks in your journeys that hint of kindness and grace.