Inkless Tales
I run an award-winning web site for children called Inkless Tales, at www.inklesstales.com. It features stories, poems, games, music, math, science, and more, and it’s endorsed by the American Library Association, the Encyclopedia Britannica, the Internet Public Library, and Reading Is Fundamental (RIF).
The site gets about a million hits a month, from all over the world, and – according to the Google Analytics, there is virtually nowhere on the globe which doesn’t sport visitors to Inkless Tales. Over 1500 schools, libraries and museums link permanently to the site.
Gigs
As you can see from the photo, I’m a musician. I perform regularly for kids – original, DEFINITELY UN-Barney-like music (try Blues, Jazz, and rock – note the ELECTRIC guitar) along with a multimedia presentation. Sort of like Pink Floyd Jr. After all, kids should get the full concert experience, don’t you think?
I also do poetry and writing workshops for kids. I have a book coming out soon.
Want to hear some Inkless Tunes?
Try this link: :::::> http://www.inklesstales.com/tunes
The Cool Tool Girl
I run another blog called The Cool Tool Girl, based on a home improvement radio show I did with an awesome cool bunch of guys on WBNR in Beacon, NY. It was a tremendously fun gig, now being developed in podcast (I’m working on getting that up and running for them now.) Check it out here: http://cooltoolgirl.wordpress.com/
Teaching Tucker
Nearly three years ago, I adopted a stray German Shepherd mix named Tucker (that’s the moniker he came with – we kept it.) They estimated he was about a year old when I stumbled upon him.
I’d previously searched every shelter in three counties looking for just the right dog. I’d been looking for an adult dog, since they’re typically in need of good homes. One day, on a lark, I happened to just hit my own local shelter for ha-ha’s. “I don’t know,” the girl said skeptically. “We have ONE you MIGHT be interested in…”
I entered the “prison,” and as always, the animals started throwing themselves hysterically against the bars.
All but one. A skinny, mostly black, tallish dog stood, erect, alert, looking straight at me, near the back. I bent slightly and offered the back of my hand. “Are you Tucker?” I said.
He gently licked my hand. “I guess you’re my dog,” I said.
We’ve been together – literally, side by side, he almost never leaves me – ever since.
Read the Teaching Tucker Blog
Everything you read on this blog is actually true. As in, this is a genuine, non-fiction blog. Generally, I don't name names when the parties concerned are (a) related to me and/or (b) under the age of majority, and therefore no matter how funny they are, unable to give their informed consent to have their hilarious but true commentary on the ridiculousness of life publicized globally. I do, however, skirt the issue of crediting them by admitting it was not ME who came up with their jokes, but "some kid." (Works for most of us.)