The Sum of Childhood
This day is a luxury. For me and for my kids. To wish to go back to when my kids were little now would be like giving up a winning lottery ticket and the Oscar for Best Actress and the World Cup wrapped in one.
A Box of Pots from the Neighbors, for the Neighbors
“Someday,” I told her, “you’ll pass that box on to another family that needs it…”
How I Write: Fast and Furious
As part of an authors’ blog hop, I’m answering questions about how and why I write, and tagging a few other authors to do the same, including: Jim Higley, Laura Laing, Joni Rodgers, and Kayt Sukel.
The Burden of Our Children’s Resilience
Our society has accepted as conventional wisdom that children have superior powers to work through emotional trauma on their own.
Lugging My Baggage Here, There, and Back Home
Something in me felt heavy. And much like my big ole suitcase, it got heavier with each stop.
When I Died of Exposure
The “Bold and the Beautiful” killed my web sites, all three of them, for nearly a week. Please don’t congratulate me.
