My infatuation with Beatrix Potter began not long after my first child was born, when we received a gift set of her "little books": twenty-three enticing hardcovers each no bigger than my hand, in their own little box-bookshelf.
It's the greatest time in history to be a writer. There are more ways to get published than ever before. While it's great to have so many options, it's also confusing. But when you break these many different ways down, they sort themselves out into just three primary paths.
Wordsworth and his brother were walking in the English Lakes in late 1799 with fellow poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge when they came upon the Dove Cottage in Grasmere. Although he lived there for less than a decade, many of the poems he is remembered for were written during those years.
Many people come to the English Lakes to immerse themselves in the world of Beatrix Potter. Potter visited the area as a child, and when she was engaged to her publisher, Norman Warne, they planned together to move to a Lake District farm.
Mac and I spent several weeks in the English Lake District -- home of poet William Wordsworth and Peter Rabbit author Beatrix Potter, among others -- as an escape from the empty nest left when our youngest set off for college.
As an inveterate stooper-for-pennies, however, I've noticed a recent significant change on the streets of Manhattan. Yes, plenty of pennies are dropped. But just as often nowadays it's dimes that turn up on the pavement.