Maybe it was my yellow cotton gardening gloves from the Puako General Store that made the difference. They mottled up right away,  which made it seem like I’d been digging up carrots with Peter Rabbit since childhood. Which is hardly true … but I’m guessing a few untrained but eager to learn tomato seeds may have been coaxed into believing that I was well-mentored in the by-laws of cultivation, which gave them the confidence they needed to survive the harrowing underground route past the lava layer and on through the compost to get a closer look at the beaming Sunlight above. Not...

For snowman/woman fans across the world… with much aloha to one and all!      

All I have left from my high school newspaper days is a four inch long typesetter’s slug that sleeps in full sight on top of my laptop. Not a single issue of “Overtone” survived adulthood, just my enduring lead alloy slug which says in all caps: Pamela Gilbert. The printer gave it to me when I dropped off the first set of galleys. It was eleventh grade, and we were all waiting to hear from the outgoing editorial staff about our new responsibilities.  Feature Editor … those were the two words I wanted to hear … when it was announced that I had been selected to steer the...

‘ could hardly wait to tell you is that I finished my third Nano comedy in time to scoop up the 2014 dragon slayer’s certificate!  And like my first two, I never used more than two fingers at the same time. Eight more might have made things go faster, but maybe not, since it was my characters who set the speed, not my clumsy fingers.. … But I bet if I had used more fingers, there might have been lots fewer typos. Now that my 52,274 words are fast asleep in my computer, I’m going to see if a few of my new characters wouldn’t mind doing their own typing, next November. Or...