All posts tagged: David Ozab

Write On, Wednesday: 4 BIG Questions for Writers

By Leslie Lindsay Just when I was thinking of what I ought to post for my weekly writing post, I got this tag (Tweet) from a colleage, David Ozab who writes in the Pacific Northwest. It has to do with four questions that are floating around in the blogosphere about–what else–writing!  At the end of this post I’ll tag three more writers. Question 1: What are you currently working on? I often have my hand in many pots, but this time I have learned to focus on one project at a time. Okay, well that’s not entirely true with two young kids, an aging basset hound, and well everything else that needs doing. But you want to know what I am writing?! Oh, that’s easy. A ghost story. Oh, you want more information? Okay, how about a ghost story based on an urban legend originating in St. Louis, Missouri. We’ll call it a “Midwestern Gothic.”  But there is so much more going on: orphans, miscarriages, the ghosts of Christmas’s past (Well, what I’m getting at is: most …

Apraxia Monday: Interview with “Apraxia Dad,” & Writer David Ozab

By Leslie Lindsay For stay-at-home Oregon-based dad, David Ozab writing is not just a way to pass the time while his 7-year old daughter is at school.  It’s drive.  As a father parenting a spirited little girl born with a cleft lip and diagnosed at the age of two with childhood apraxia of speech (CAS), it’s a way of finding answers and sharing them with others.  It’s a way to make the world a better place. Today, I am happy–and honored—to host an interview with David Ozab.  (This is David and his daughter, Anna.  Image source: http://www.scienceofmom.com.  Retrieved 2.4.13)  L4K: Kudos to you for being a stay-at-home dad.  As we move deeper into the 21st century, we are definitely seeing a shift from the ‘traditional family roles’ and for that, I couldn’t be more proud.  Can you expand a bit on your decision to stay home with your daughter, Anna?  DAVID:  It wasn’t so much one decision I made at a particular time, as at was a bunch of little decisions. When we were first …