Has Sharon ever been cool in any way, at all?

I know it's the question you've all been dying to ask. "Here's B.K. at Ur." "Here's B.K. in Satis' palace in Baghdad." "Here's B.K. getting ready for her 3rd deployment to Iraq."

Okay, so we've got it. How about that other chick writer? Hasn't she ever done anything cool?

So let me tell you: I was cool once. I stood next to a soldier with an official beret at an international airport. I would tell you I was an international spy, except international spies seldom a) stand around holding their passports by soldiers with berets, and they very, very rarely wear bright yellow pants. It's a pity you can't see the two parrots on the shirt.

So the answer is, I could be cool, if I wanted to. It's simply a matter of a few decades, a new wardrobe, and blending in just a little bit more.

You know what? This photo was actually taken on a trip to Egypt, Israel and Jordan, during which my father was given a serious offer of 30 camels for me. I'm not sure if the guy was interested in me or the outfit. Luckily, our neighborhood didn't allow livestock. Or, come to think of it, the research for TREASURE OF EDEN would have been easier and much more first-hand.