Are the sketches in your book the same ones that are on your website?
The book contains 60 never-before-seen sketches in five popular sizes (12x12, 12x12dbl, 8½x11, 8½x11dbl and 8½x11 horizontal), along with more than 140 pieces of beautiful artwork.

Do I have to purchase the Card Deck separately?
No, the card deck is an inclusive part of the book and integrated into the spiral bindery. When you open the book, there are 15 laminated pages in the back. Simply punch out the die line card box and assemble it with a bit of two-sided tape. Then punch out the 60 cards and place them in the box. Viola—instant Card Deck!

Where can I purchase the book retail?
Here are several on-line and LSS retailers who are currently stocking the book:
My Craftivity Shop
Barnes & Noble
F+W Book Store
Amazon.com
The Doodlebug Inc.
Scrap Mania
Right At Home Scrapbooking
Craft Nook (Canada)
Transparent Touches
Bookoto (Philippines, Greater Asia, UK, Australia & Brazil)
Croppin Paradise

(If you would like your LSS or on-line store added to this list, please send an email to becky@pagemaps.com and I will add your store to this list.)

I own a store and would like to carry the book. How do I order it wholesale?
If your store is in the US, please call F+W Publications (Memory Maker Books) at 1-800-289-0963. If your store is outside the US, email becky@pagemaps.com and I will provide you with distributor information (although non-US stores are welcome to order direct as well).

How many layouts in the book are about your dogs, football or fly fishing?
[Ahahhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! I about died when I received this email!] Seriously, I showed admirable restraint and there are only about six or seven layouts dedicated to pups and trout and only two are about football. :o)

There is a layout on page 78 called "Darb's Discovery." The journaling starts underneath the title and then continues on behind the photo. I'm dying to know: what did Darby discover?
Here's the journaling that is hidden on that page:

My, what a momentous occasion in a puppy’s life—her first trip to the river. (Okay, quit laughing. It’s a big deal to a dog!) On an unusually warm Sunday afternoon in March . . .

. . . we decided to take our furry family down to the Yellowstone River for a dip in the pool. Now mind you, the river temp was about 42 (it was still winter after all), but Jackson and Hannah went full tilt right into the water. And what does Darby do? Why she follows, of course (monkey see, monkey do)! About 18” into the water, she realized there was no more gravel under her little paws and all I saw was this little red puppy body go slipping into the water up to her neck. Instinct asserted itself and Darby started dog paddling for dear life and made it back to the safety of the river bank. She was so darn proud of herself that she started struttin’ around like her big bad self, shaking off the cold water and getting me and my camera soaked in the process. She promptly tripped over a rock and did a head long gainer into a pile of mud. Yeah, we’re raising Miss Graceful here.

On her next attempt into the water, she decided to just hang out on the gravel bar in about 4” of water. She began finding little sticks and twigs on the water’s edge, proudly serving them up to Chris (she is a retriever after all). Meanwhile, Jackson and Hannah swam after sticks that Chris was tossing 20 feet out in the river. After a bit, Darb’s little butt started shivering and she splashed back out of the water and parked herself on some dry rocks to warm up. (She may not be graceful, but she’s no fool.) As she dried, her hair started kinking, curling and sticking out like she’d gone and stuck her paw in a light socket. At this point, she was a dead ringer for Don King!

Oh, but this gets so much better . . .

Okay, so Canadian geese had been making their pilgrimage back to the rivers of Montana over the previous several weeks. They had been eating and nesting and doing their goose thing, all of which resulted in a great deal of goose poop on the hay meadows just above the river’s edge. (You can probably see where I’m going with this.) It’s a widely known fact that dogs are poop magnets. Honest to gosh, this fur child of mine went tearing across the meadow after a gaggle of geese, stopped dead in her tracks about 100 yards into a full run, and threw her head up into the air and sniffed. And sniffed. And sniffed some more. Eureka! It’s goose poop and she went wild. Diving into it. Eating it. Rolling in it. It would be important to note at this juncture that she was not completely dry from her swimming endeavors. Hannah and Jackson stopped what they were doing to watch, looking at her as if she’d lost her mind (which, quite clearly, she had at this point).

A rinse in the river, a quick dry off, followed by a soapy bath at home, all resulted in a happily exhausted four-month-old puppy who felt as if she has conquered the world. When I die, I want to come back as a dog (with a more discernible palate, I hope!).

[In my best Paul Harvey voice] And now you know the "rest" of the story!