Reporting to you live from Kansas City Missouri... So it snowed for 24 hours. And it was beautiful. I went out in it. I took photos of it. I put photos of it on Facebook. (As you do.) And when a TELESA reader in Sydney, Australia challenged me to wear a lavalava and jandals in it… Continue reading Snowball Dooms Samoan Author’s Dreams
Author: Lani Young
Lani Young is an international bestselling author of YA fantasy, contemporary romance and literary fiction. The 2018 Pacific Laureate, her work is inspired by the diverse mythology of Oceania and the richness of her cultural heritage as a Samoan / Maori woman.
“We’re not in Samoa anymore Toto.” (Or New Zealand.)
I'm in Kansas City, Missouri. Gotta say, I never thought I’d ever start a blog with THAT sentence. I'm sitting here in the Sheraton hotel Convention center, waiting for my chicken quesadilla lunch, hoping it hurries up and gets here because the next session starts in 30 minutes – and if I had a dog,… Continue reading “We’re not in Samoa anymore Toto.” (Or New Zealand.)
The Bone Bearer – Cover Reveal
I'm excited about the cover for the next book in the TELESA Series. Designed by Talia Brown of Talia Design with photography by Penina Momoisea and our stunning model, Stacie Ah Chong-Levi. This book will be released in a few months. I appreciate everyone's encouragement and support - and patience as I get Leila and… Continue reading The Bone Bearer – Cover Reveal
I Want a Penis
This morning, Bella wants to know, "What's that thing called so you can stand up and pee?" She mimes standing there with an imaginary something in her hands, spraying imaginary pee everywhere in a really cool way. Explaining, "See, make it go that way. Make it go over there. Make it go over here." I… Continue reading I Want a Penis
Being a Parent Sucks.
Sometimes it sucks being a parent. When they're babies, you cant wait for them to get big enough to make their own food, see to their own hygiene and possibly massage your feet and tell you what a wonderful mother you are. Then they grow up and start thinking for themselves and you wish they… Continue reading Being a Parent Sucks.
HIS Turn to Roll Around Naked in Chocolate Sauce…
I hated it when people assumed that because I was a full-time, stay-at-home mother - therefore I had oodles of time on my idle hands and I spent my days rolling around naked in chocolate sauce, waiting for the Hot Man to come home for lunch...surprise honey! Not. Indeed I have blogged at angst-filled length about… Continue reading HIS Turn to Roll Around Naked in Chocolate Sauce…
What’s More Exciting than Donuts?
I love getting email. Especially when its not spam. Not my electricity bill. Not an overdue library books notice. But nice email from really nice people who have read TELESA and actually liked it enough to write and tell me so. Emails that light up my day. Emails like that are more exciting than a… Continue reading What’s More Exciting than Donuts?
Your Fearless Delicacies
Today we celebrated Little Daughter's birthday. Eleven years ago, she joined us and almost didn't stay. The growing of Little Daughter was fraught with worry, vomit, crying, panic and blood - most of those pregnant months were spent trying to claw myself out of an abyss of depression. At six weeks, I started bleeding and… Continue reading Your Fearless Delicacies
Does your Plumbing Leak?
If you're a man - then you're not allowed to read this blog. None of my kids are allowed to read it either. If you choose to disobey this directive, then I cannot be held responsible for the feelings of horror and/or disgust that may ensue. You have been warned. Today I want to talk… Continue reading Does your Plumbing Leak?
When you’re so Pitiful that Your own Kid Tells You off.
You know what I hate the most about being an author who publishes her own books? Having to be my own publicist and promoter and network navigator. Not only does it require that I leave my cave, it also requires that I talk to strangers about my work in an assertive and confident way....which makes… Continue reading When you’re so Pitiful that Your own Kid Tells You off.
Lani Wendt Young 