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Grandma calls it the stuffing arts. She has blue ribbons from the fair and certificates on her wall saying she passed squirrel and hawk class, but she knows how to stuff other things too. The squirrels and skunks she gets from the highway but the birds she gets from the wildlife rescue center. Birds from the road are no good anymore.

“You have to go real careful around the paws,” Grandma says. “See how I do?”

Mostly it’s wild animals in her house—skunk, raccoon, that kind of thing—but she stuffed Reagan too because Reagan was the best cat she ever had. Grandma says she does it because she loves animals and you can admire them better when they’re holding still. MORE


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The bakery was the last building standing and so everyone gathered around its two and a half walls, its one miraculous window. They took turns walking up to what was left of the counter, ordering biscuits and scones from the unblinking baker now floured in ash. One line of red you could trace up his apron to a flap of skin hanging from his chin.

The biscuits and scones had been reduced to black pebbles and nobody seemed sure what to do with them, why they wanted them. Some licked.  Others, with nothing left to carry, cupped them like eggs, like answers. The children were the most inventive, building palaces around the pebbles, summoning six-horned beasts to guard them. The pebbles were magic, they said. Yes! If you plant them, new buildings will grow! You’ll see, papa, we’ll have a city again! MORE




In need of Heimlich, I am only person who knows Heimlich
Murderer disguised as tricker treater dressed up as murderer
Earthquake on bridge
Elevator asphyxiation
Free round-trip ticket to anyone willing to take the next flight
Running triggers the mountain lions natural instinct to chase
Falling rocks
Falling trees
Falling balcony
It likes to be scratched under its neck
Don't worry, the jetty keeps them from coming in this close
With this ring, I thee wed
Leaning over stove in angora pancho
Mattress improperly tied to pickup in front of me




The sun is hot through the window. It makes a crooked yellow square on the Doctor’s desk. The boy does not like the Doctor. He is bald. He is old. The boy has thought before that the Doctor would look nicer if he had hair. If he put some pink on his dry white lips.

On the desk are two pictures. The boy is to choose the one that makes him feel happy inside. “Like mommy just gave you a big ice cream cone.”

The boy would like to be outside in the sun, holding his mother’s hand, walking to Sweetie’s for ice cream, and he would very much like to be back in his sister’s room playing dress-up, even though there will be no more dress-up says mother, but he forces his attention on the two pictures. Lady in dress. Man on tractor. “To eat?” he asks.

Doctor’s eyes on boy’s face, boy’s eyes on Doctor’s hand. All on its own, like a robot, like Frankenstein, Doctor’s hand writes words on striped paper.

“Is that what you would like to do? Would you like to eat them?” the Doctor asks, even though he was the one, not the boy, who said ice cream. MORE


The mini mart clerk has been shot, the murderer is loose in the neighborhood, middle school has just started, the man who lives on the other sides of the fence is about to sell his rabbits to a restaurant, on September 23 the mean neighbor boy with the mean dog is getting a gun for his birthday, and Maggie Alder is sure that it is up to her, and only her, to save everyone. The Best Worst Thing is a story about learning what you can control (almost nothing) and the good (sometimes even best) things that can come of finally letting go. 

An incandescent debut. Long after you’ve finished THE BEST WORST THING, you’ll remember Kathleen Lane’s brave and good-hearted Maggie and how she learns to face her fears. A writer to watch, a voice to savor, a novel to cherish.
An emotionally intense coming-of-age story. Lane crafts a powerful portrait of a girl wrangling with deeply relatable concerns, which will easily resonate with readers confronting a complex and uncertain world.
I felt as if it was written about me even though the actual details were very different from my life. I think a lot of girls starting middle school will be able to relate to this book. This book is really hard to put down because it has a lot of twists and the characters seem very real.
Not only can this book serve as bibliotherapy for those with obsessive-compulsive disorder and high anxiety, but readers of all kinds will also find much here to ponder and discuss.
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I live in Portland, Oregon where I write, teach, co-host an art & literary event series called SHARE, and in 2016 launched Create More, Fear Less, a program that encourages young people to see anxiety in a new way: as a source of imagination, empathy, wisdom, and healing.

Right now I'm working on a collection of short stories, a few of which can be found in Los Angeles Review, Berkeley Fiction Review, The Baltimore Review, Writer's Digest, Swink Magazine, Forest Avenue Press, and elsewhere.



Plonk Reading Series—7:30pm September 12, details to come

PechaKucha Night
—7:30pm July 24 at Holocene

Untold Gaze reading—7pm March 6 at Corkscrew Bar

”Create More, Fear Less: Reimagining the Anxious Mind,” Art Educator Studio School workshop at the Portland Art Museum—November 27

OASL Conference, presenter — October 13

The Untold Gaze book launch — October 9, 5:30pm at Froelick Gallery



The Regional Arts & Culture Council, Fully, Wieden + Kennedy, Hacker, Twist, and the many other generous souls who have contributed funds, resources, and time to Create More, Fear Less

Oregon Book Award judges for selecting The Best Worst Thing as a finalist, and Oregon Literary Arts for the honor of receiving this year's Edna L. Homes Fellowship

Powell's Books for including The Best Worst Thing in its Midyear Roundup, Best Books of 2016 So Far and Staff Top Fives Favorite Books of 2016

Waking Brain Cells,  proseandkahn and Children's Book & Media Review for their beautiful reviews, and Junior Library Guild for naming The Best Worst Thing a JLG Selection



I heart Ainsworth school's "super readers book club"!