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Kyra Leigh, Queen Bee

Kyra is on her way, with her sister Laura and their cute friend, Katie, to Oregon.

So I’m writing since I didn’t say anything on Monday.

I’ve been visiting Rick in the hospital at the U of U. I’m happy to say that, today, he’s moving to Orem. I’m so grateful. He’ll be closer to me and Cheri and Ann Dee, and many of you. But mostly me. That’s what I’m thinking. All my classes–who is it all about? Who should be happiest? That’s right–me!

Rick is expected to be in Orchard Park Post-Acute Rehab sometime today. The address is 740 North 300 East, Orem, UT 84057. As I get more information on what his rehab hours will be, I’ll post here or on FB. He may be there as long as three months.

BTW, this place got the thumb’s up from our own Ann Cannon’s dad, Mr. LaVell Edwards. Did you know he’s a Hall of Fame coach? I didn’t until I read about that on the Orchard Park home page. Wow!

Rick’s cancer is the kind that can never be completely removed. Life expectancy is 6 months to 1 year. However, as many of you are, I’m praying for a miracle.

When I saw him a couple of days ago, Rick was moving his left leg much better. AND he was bossing me and Cheri around. You have no idea how happy this make me. When a nurse came in I told her, “Rick has been waiting 20 years to tell me and Cheri what to do.” She just laughed.

I think it might be good to let Rick get settled today.

Visits starting tomorrow? Call to make sure he’s not in rehab. Here’s the number: Tel: 801-224-0921

Our own sweet Amy Finnegan and Kristyn Crow came up with the idea of filming yourself reading to Rick–perhaps reading one of the books he wrote that has made you happy.

From the bottom of my heart I thank all of you who are praying, thinking good thoughts, and etc for Rick.

It’s all about me, and I need my pal around.

Love you, Rick. Love you all.


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LuAnn Brobst Staheli


Many years ago I spoke at NCTE. After my presentation, a woman came up to me. She was full of life, had a loud voice,  and a terrific smile. “I’m LuAnn Staheli,” she said, “and I teach in Utah.” She went on to tell me that she read my novels and loved them. She was especially fond of If I Forget, You Remember as it reminded her of a family member.

I was so grateful to see a friendly face in Colorado. To have LuAnn approach me several times that weekend. To have her show me around. Let me know what I was supposed to do. She pointed out the famous people. We talked books. Writing. Teaching.

It goes without saying that LuAnn and I became fast friends.

What a pleasure to know her.

To know she loved me.

Over the years I have gone to LuAnn when I’m sad, happy and when I needed advice. LuAnn knew everything. About books. About writers. About writing. She had me visit her classes. We did a presentation together. She showed me how to save money. She tried to get me to talk more about myself and my books. And when The Chosen One was nominated for a Whitney Award, I asked if I could sit with her at the ceremony. “I would love to sit with you, Carol.”

By the way, The Whitney Awards are a fancy affair. I bought a dress. Wore a pushup bra.  Heels. Was completely out of my element.

Not LuAnn. She took me in, introduced me to everyone and before the announcement of who won in the YA category, she leaned close. “The girls look like they’re fighting to get free,” she said of my bosoms. I laughed and rearranged  ‘the girls’ right before I was called on to the stage as the YA winner.

LuAnn was ballsy. She spoke her mind about writing. She loved fiercely.

And I loved her right back.

I’ve known for a while my friend was sick and had a chance to go see her a couple weeks back.

We’d been keeping in touch on Facebook, but I needed to tell her, with my mouth, that I loved her.

That afternoon, I let her know  she was the 2015 mentor of the year for Writing and Illustrating for Young Readers. We talked that maybe she could accept the award from home. That we could film her acceptance speech. That maybe she would be at the conference in June.

As she worsened, several friends and I prepared to go to her house this morning.

To award her and speak our love to her in front of her family.

Here’s what I would have read from Chris Crowe: LuAnn, thank you for being, not just a champion of good books for kids, but also for being a friend and supporter of education. Many of our graduates are now successful teachers because of you. We always knew we could count on you to provide our students with great experience.

From Ann Edwards Cannon–a blurb from her book The Shadow Brothers: “Everything in life changes. Everything. Seasons, styles, the two you grew up in, the people you know, even the way you feel about all the people you know. All those things change. In fact, change is about the only thing you can really count on. Still, it’s like Diana said the night I first heard her sing. You can still decide to care. You can decide to love someone even though they’ve changed. Maybe you can even learn to love them because of it.”

From illustrator Julie Olson: LuAnn, a fellow Spanish Fork writer, was one of the most kind-hearted and generous people with her talents and knowledge. I sincerely enjoyed working with her occasionally on the youth writer workshops at the jr high in town and greatly appreciated her support and friendship through the years. LuAnn truly made a difference.”

That didn’t happen.

LuAnn passed away last night, peacefully, at 2:18. All night I tossed and turned, waking at one point because I couldn’t breathe, worrying about my friend.

It’s been a hard few months.

And now here’s this writer without words.


This is what writing has done for me–given me friends that I will love forever. Sure. There are books and having them published is fun. But the best part of writing are the people I have met. My best friends. The people I am at home with.  The people who have changed me.

LuAnn. Thank you for your friendship. I was at home with you. You changed me. You are a part of me.

I will miss you terribly.


by | February 9, 2015 · 2:51 pm

A Taggy Thing, but I Have NO Idea How to Tag!

Apology in advance: I have no idea how to connect this blog to others with the little blue word.
If you all read Ann Edward Cannon’s blog (and you should), you’d see she said kickass.
She swears so comfortably.
And then there is me.
I guess in my next life I might want to be a professional swearer.
So here are my answers to the blog tag thingie that’s pretty neato. Or should I say frockin neato?
1. What is your working title of your book (or story)?
Travco Motor Home. Why? Because there’s a stolen motor home in the book. No title has hit me yet. If one does, it may just have a swear in it. A natural swear.
2. Where did the idea come from for the book?

Ack. Really? Um. Let’s see. I started thinking about this girl and a one-legged rooster. And that got me going on the novel. Then I remembered my very best dog who died and I knew I wanted her to star in the book. Sheeshhell, I have no idea where this idea came from.


3. What genre does your book fall under?
 This is a young young adult. It’s set in the 70’s. Does that also make it historical fiction?
4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
Somebody who looks like me only 40 years younger, with strawberry blonde hair and large bosoms. That’s the girl.
The boy would be Ryan Reynolds. Of course.
5. What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
When Winston Fletcher’s grandmother brings home a stolen motor home so the two can drive from Florida to Las Vegas to pick up Winston’s mother, they have no idea the boy of Winston’s dreams has stowed away–making the Fetchers car-thief felons and kidnapper felons.
6. Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?
My amazing agent, Steve Fraser, sold the book to Paula Wiseman Imprints at Simon & Schuster in December of last year.
7. How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
Still not done, but hope to have it finished by the end of the month. At least a strong draft.
8. What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
Hmmm. Something that sold millions. But I can’t think of that title yet. Oh, yes. To Kill a Mockingbird.
9. Who or what inspired you to write this book?
I think my characters inspire me to write. When I find one I want to spend time with, I just settle down and go. And I do just fine until I get to the middle. How can i writer be expected to work through the icky middles? Hmmm?
10. What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?
There is kissing. And swimming. The aforementioned felons. A bit of Vegas costumery. Sorrow. Laughter. Fresh eggs. Plus that great dog.
PS When Ann Dee teaches me to do the connect-o thing-o, I’ll tag some people.
Shipty, yes!


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Three Things Thursday

1. Write a dream sequence from your MC POV, the bad guy’s POV, and one from your POV. Can you keep any of these exercises? Do you learn anything at all about your characters? About yourself? Is Ryan Reynolds hanging out in any of the dreams?


2. Ann Edwards Cannon once (that I heard) gave a talk about all kinds of journaling. Am I right about that Ann? I can’t remember. It was so long ago. But I remember I loved the talk. Anyway, Ann spoke about keeping a dream journal. You know, for when you first wake up. And you write furiously all the dreams you have had that night?


Night before last, for me:

Two men really love me. A blond and a dark-headed guy. When the lawyer approaches (he favors Wolverine without the sharp blades), I find out three men love me.

Later, the house dream. I’m lost. The moon. Cheri and I are on the moon. Lost. Houses. Wandering the streets. It’s dark.

Later, a man kills 4 people with an axe, wounds 47 more. I try to comfort a boy who’s lost a family member. He’s wearing girl’s turquoise-colored pants. He’s crying while sitting in a 1950’s chair.


Anyway, here’s this:



Seems complicated but may work for some of you.

Here’s what I would have said, “Keep some scraps of paper by your bed. And a pencil.” (Not a pen in case you write on your face in the middle of the night. Weirder things have been know to happen. Once I slept with my youngest. She had ‘Mom’ on her arm, printed in green marker. She wrote it there. Not me. In the morning I woke up with ‘Wow’ on my neck.)


What it all boils down to is this: Ann Edwards Cannon is right. Everyone should keep a dream journal.


3. Mark Spitz is mentioned in my latest book. Set in the Seventies.

Some people thought he was dreamy.

Whatever–we each have our dreamy fellows. Or girls. (Is there a man reader writer out there? Hello?)

Who are your dreamies?

Are they in your book?

They should be.

So write them in. You decide how. Have fun.




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