HILO BOOK 10: The Rise of The Cat! Join the adventure loaded with magic, anthropomorphic animals, monsters, robots, shampooing giant yaks, and at least one giant eyeball squid. HAZZAH! Click the link for the new book or for any of your HILO needs! https://t.co/lmcCSPjMRG

Hey everyone. I won’t be posting here anymore. I’m leaving the account up. But not posting. You can find me on the other socials. Or email me! Links are in the link tree in the bio. ✌🏽

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✨ Thank you to everyone who attended @browardLibrary's 23rd Annual StoryBook Festival: The Future is STEAMed! ✨ From storytelling and arts & crafts to meeting fairy tale characters & special guest @JuddWinick, your participation made this day unforgettable!

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Thank you, To, my pal Dean Rispler for honoring this anniversary every year. A holy day that should not go unrecognized. Bless you.

Several years earlier, Madison’s wife had thrown HIM out, requesting that HE never return. Can two divorced men share an apartment without driving each other crazy? Happy Odd Couple’s Day!

Deep down, he knew she was right, but he also knew that some day he would return to her. With nowhere else to go, he appeared at the home of his friend, Oscar Madison.

On November 13th, Felix Unger was asked to remove himself from his place of residence; that request came from his wife.

I have yet to watch the finale! We're watching it tonight! I am deeply honored to be mentioned among these amazing fellow creators. Good times! 🐧🦇❤️

Hey Florida! I’m coming your way in a couple of weeks! Come join us for a supremely good time.

❤️🕯️✨ A life-changing soul that taught me well through the magic of 📺… at a time when HIV was the last thing I wanted to think about. Seek the kind of heroes you’ll never regret having as heroes.

I want us to get up. Put on our boots. And fight. We owe it to him and everyone else who fought so hard to get us to where we are now. We’re not going back.   Pedro, we love you. And we won’t let you down.

I want us to get up. Put on our boots. And fight. We owe it to him and everyone else who fought so hard to get us to where we are now. We’re not going back.   Pedro, we love you. And we won’t let you know.

It feels very familiar to now. It feels like we have now been put under a cloud of despair. So. I want us to remember Pedro Zamora.

He’d wake up every single day, put his boots on, and go fight. Battle to educate young people. To push back on those who wanted to see him and people like him just disappear. To stand up every day and say,” NO."

At 17, he was diagnosed with HIV. AIDS in the 90’s with nearly no medical solutions to prolong your life, you lived under the cloud of a death sentence. And with that, Pedro, who wasn’t much more than a boy, chose to fight.

But instead, we’re entering, or continue, to live in an era very much like the times when we lost Pedro. And I guess, maybe now more than ever, we should remember him. He was living in a time and living a life that under a cloud of despair.

Pedro Zamora died 30 years ago today. I’ve been thinking about this post for awhile, and I had hoped/assumed it would be a little more “celebratory.” Despite losing him, I was assuming that we were entering a time of greater hope.

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