Reader Question: What’s My Favorite Picture Book?

Reader Question: What’s My Favorite Picture Book?

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Lynn was kind enough to answer a question I had for him. I asked: What’s your favorite picture book?

Read his reply.🐞🐞🐞

Rachel

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Looking Back

When you look back,
may the sun illuminate every raindrop, shadow, and angry cloud.

Find the golden line of clarity around every moment you asked,
“Why me?!”.

May you see the beauty of the sunlight and rain that make up your life
and realize you needed both to grow.

May you draw strength and wisdom from every storm,
and let peace fill your soul.

 

-Rachel McKee

Take Me Home River

Take me home river.

Ride your current,

go with the flow.

By childhood dreams

and brother streams,

Take me home river,

take me home.

Stars guide the way,

to the family that stayed.

The light burns inside,

for the kin who strayed.

Take me home river,

take me home.

– Rachel McKee

Micro Fiction: Nowhere

There are places in my head that I’ve created. I’d like to go to one in particular.

The walls, the floor, and the ceiling are wet, glossy stones. The air is heavy with the smell of Earth and water.

There is one large window with a view of a deep green field. Wild lavender bushes burst through the green and shake in the breeze.

I perch inside this residential cave upon the bench that surrounds a circular Koi pond. Lily pads float on top of the water and the bright orange fish slither about.

The tinkling fountain vibrates around the room and fills my ears.

I am there and yet I’m not. Just as this room exists but does not.

-Rachel McKee

Parent’s Accomplishments and Failures: Why We Should Celebrate Both

Growing up, and even now, I knew how lucky I was to have my mother. She always put me and my brother first. Her patience was vast, but it was not limitless.

Sometimes when I have a “bad parent day” and I snap, yell, show my teeth and scream into a pillow, I think about my mother. Her ocean of patience. How she would help me solve all of  my little-kid problems. She was gentle, thoughtful, and loving.

Instead of this comforting me, or pushing me to do better, I feel worst about my own parenting failures. When I think of my mother’s near saint-hood I begin to wonder why I didn’t inherit those motherly genes. But the other day, I flashed on a vivid memory:

My mother slamming the front door hard enough to make the windows shutter. Her stomping down our front porch to go to the laundry room. (Our laundry room had a separate, outdoor entrance.) Throughout her mad march, she would swear and mumble things like, “Ungrateful, spoiled, frustrating.”. I would scream through my window as she walked by, “I can hear you!” She didn’t care and she didn’t stop, she just kept right on with her mumbling madness. The laundry room was on the other side of my room and I could hear her swear and pound on the washer and dryer with her fists, until eventually she would begin to sob.

I realized upon reflection that I relate to her most through her imperfections.

Her outbursts that at the time offended my seven-year-old-self, actually brings great comfort now that I too understand the stress of parenthood.

After her laundry room breakdowns, she would always come back inside and apologize. She would explain why she was mad and frustrated and we would talk about our fight.

Our reconciliations were perhaps the greatest lessons she could bestow upon me as a child. I appreciate them more as a stressed-out adult.

None of us are perfect and we all lose our minds at times. To pretend that we don’t would be a disservice to our own children. The most important lesson she taught me was to own up to my mistakes and show myself grace when I fall.

Her parenting techniques have stuck with me and are reflected in the care of my own children. I hope my children see the patience in me that my own mother wore like a shawl around her strong shoulders, but when I slip, as she did too, I hope I recover with grace and love.

Rachel McKee

So You Want to Be an Indie Author

Thank you for detailing many of the aspects to consider with self-publishing. Your posts are always so thoughtful and detailed, it’s really wonder how you do it all Daley.

You do? Huh, what’s wrong with you? Completely kidding. Total snark. Yes, come back here! Considering that I’ve successfully made it through my first year as a self-published author, I think a post with some advice for those hoping to enter this field is appropriate. And, really, you can approach me on Twitter or something, […]

via So, You Want to Be an Indie Author… — The Invisible Moth

Weekend Get Away

Hi everyone,

First, I want to thank everyone who participated in Sunday Social. I’ve had the best time meeting new people and catching up with old friends.

I feel very lucky because I got to read your incredible blogs from this amazing cabin in Shelton, Washington with my family.

While I was reading your incredible writing I was also taking in this view.

Here are some more pictures from our trip. We left Sunday and arrived home this afternoon.

Thank you again everyone. It means so much that you shared your beautiful blogs at my virtual party.

I hope to see you all again this Sunday.❤️

-Rachel

Obligatory New Year Post

I wasn’t going to post about the new year.

I don’t have a resolution. I guess Time Square wasn’t the only thing that “dropped the ball”.

I slept while this year ticked into the next.

Is it Easter yet?

I did dust off my two children book manuscripts and began rewriting…again. That was three nights ago, so nothing to do with the new year.

Well, maybe I should have stuck with my gut and not do a “new year” post.

Oh wait, I do have something to say about the new year…

Happy New Year to YOU! Thank YOU for following. Thank YOU for reading. Thank YOU for engaging.

2017 has blessed me in so many ways. My husband has shown me grace every day. I’m so blessed to call him mine. My son began talking and it’s music to my heart. My beautiful, sweet, funny, baby girl was born this year. My friends and family continue to humble me with their love and generosity.

2017 was great and at times chaotic, like most years. The milestone years, such as my wedding, or birth of my babies are hard to see go. I’m greeting 2018, resolution-free, wrapped in a soft blanket with my Irish breakfast tea.

I’m just going to sit here and keep reading about your plans. If you wrote about the new year, please post a link in the comment thread below so I can share in your excitement.

Happy 2018.

Love,

Rachel

Picture Pick FriYAY: Enjoying The View

Sometimes I take things, people, places, in my life for granted. Yesterday I was looking out my window and I fell in love again with our yard. I saw the beauty of spring, and the vibrant colors that most days I ignore.

Can you see the waterfall through the blossoms? (“Waterfall” is a stretch, it’s actually a storm drain, but “waterfall” is so much more romantic.)

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I was thankful that in this small part of the Earth that we inhabit, animals are able to thrive.

Can you spot one of our resident ducks in the photo below?

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You’ve seen the view below in a fall photo series that I shared. Here it is in luscious spring.

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Happy FriYAY. Hope you are enjoying your view today.

-Rachel

Finding The Magic

I’ve been rewriting and editing, and then rewriting and editing some more. I’ve had my picture book (PB) reviewed by three people and it’s been incredibly helpful. Elsie Goes To Work is so close, but I feel it’s still missing something. I think I’m leaving some magic out.

I wanted to keep you guys posted, but I don’t have much to report. I’m just looking for that fairy dust to sprinkle on my PB.

So, you know if you have any to spare (fairy dust that is), please help a writer out.

-Rachel