Miss Switch

Available at Amazon : amzn.to/QPnjvn

Barbara Brooks Wallace is older than you. She has written more books than you. She has won more writing awards than you. But don't feel bad: you can still be apart of her amazing life by reading her latest book.

We have published her most recent novel in her classic children's series, Miss Switch. Available now at Amazon: amzn.to/QPnjvn

Miss Switch The Vile Villains 

Teething Terminator

Let us adore the toddling phase of our future overlords. Cuddle your iPhone, cradle your iPad and help your Roomba over the threshold. For soon, all too soon, like all children, they will roll their cameras at us, speak to us indecipherable gibberish, and leave the refrigerator door wide open.

Cambridge University to open 'Terminator Centre' to study threat to humans from artificial intelligence. http://bit.ly/TdZVmE via @MailOnline

Hard Choice

If ever given the choice between a rock and a hard place, I'd take the rock. Seems to me a rock can be pretty useful in securing a softer place.

When Push Comes to Shrug

Such was the case for Gummi Bar

Sometimes I push too hard. I force my will on the unwilling: the inappropriate joke, the disinterested blonde, the bad idea, the dos manos burrito -- all too big for my britches.

Sometimes I shrug too easily. I falter instead of fight; the risky opportunity, the perfect flirt, the crazy idea,  the ambitions of whimsy -- all so daunting when I'm weary.

Always, when push comes to shrug, my regret far outweighs my shame.

Comfort in Faith, Fables and Fabric Whiteners

The miracle of life, love and chocolate is no more diminished by those who corrupt faith for selfish sanctimonious showboating than that of my mocking of a spurious Catholic relic; so here goes. 

Proof of the Divine is no more elusive than my dirty laundry hamper. 

Hugging Hurts

Sometimes we need a hug, a friend or sympathetic ear. But mostly we need a swift kick in the rear. Raised by hippies, Sesame Street and Care Bears, we've grown fond of our feelings, our demand for fair, our overly developed sense of sharing. Perhaps the pendulum should swing back just a little so our children can cuddle a friend who's more believable than make believe.