I haven’t felt the pain of losing a child, but I have seen the pain of losing a child. Written on the faces of my family, and friends...and now a nation...repeatedly. When I read the headline ‘school shooting’ I already know what I will see when I open any social media app. The left sucks.… Continue reading Why Can’t We Take a Moment?
Maybe I’ll blog, I think with no real intention (again) of putting effort behind the thought. But then, today, I read the blog of a “friend”--basically someone I met while studying for my MFA- whose words have always touched me in ways I can’t explain. Today they made me cry while I read them.… Continue reading Motherhood and Letting Go
I’m walking the halls of a middle school headed into the Media Center (what used to be called the Library) where I work. As I open the door I’m surrounded by books. Thousands of them. Written by writers I admire, and some that I don’t. I can’t help but think about the millions of words… Continue reading Not Where I Thought I’d Be
As I look into her face, a face I have been looking into since I was born, I lose myself in her wrinkles. Some fine and barely there, others etched in as deep as if carved there by a stone-cutter. To her the wrinkles are sometimes valued; but mostly unwanted as they mark the passing… Continue reading Wrinkle Blanket
I like to think I am passionate about most things. After all isn't that what we try to teach people, or for me, my children? Do something you love or are passionate about and you will have success and be happy in life. What I wonder is, "Am I passionate about writing?" I feel like… Continue reading Passion or Hobby
I have been waiting for three days for the proof of the book to review. Finger-biting kind of waiting. I want it to look good. I want to fall in love with the final product. Lightning Source posted that the proof was out so I was positive I would recieve it within two days. Nothing. … Continue reading Waiting
I am updating a family cookbook for an upcoming family reunion. This isn't writing, per se. More like copying old recipes my mother had written down and given to us years ago. We have added about 80 family members since then so I felt like we needed to add new family recipes to the ones… Continue reading The Cookbook