Giving Up Control
No man is an island. No one does it all on their own. I fear I am a freak. A control freak. I like to have all ten of my fingers in the pie. For me, this is the hardest […]
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The Waiting Place
Do you know the book, Oh The Places You’ll Go! by Dr. Seuss? I picked it up at a garage sale years ago with a bunch of other kid lit classics- The Cat in the Hat, Goodnight Moon, The Snowy […]
On Being a Writer and Identity
I am a writer. (This is an attempt to claim it for my own. Or reclaim it). Nope. I don’t think I have fully embraced it as a job description. Not even now, with three books published. When, besides looking […]
I know, I know….
…I have been very lax with posting. Look at my last post. We were submerged in snow. And now it is all green and golden and lush out there and winter is but a memory, except if you look at […]
Story Boarding
When I begin writing a new book and it’s still just a fragment of an idea whirling around in the maelstrom of my mind, one of the tools I use to let my imagination fly is photos or pictures that […]
Ditching the social internet thing…..
I’ve been thinking about doing this for a long time… Being me, I wavered back and forth, back and forth, like a willow in a strong breeze before finally deciding to shut down my personal Facebook page and hide my […]
Our new Holiday tradition
So this is the first Christmas since my husband and I split, where the kids are divided between us. Not as in half a kid here and half a kid there (though I call heads!) but they’ll be with me […]
My Mother’s Old Brown Stockings
I’d post a random pic here but all the images I found when I googled ‘brown stockings’ are super sexy and fetishy and inappropriate for this blog and this post. I’m not talking about that kind of old brown stocking. […]
The Young Adult Years: these boots were made for walking
We rode bikes. And when our bikes were screwed up or stolen, we walked. Four abreast, sometimes six, taking up the whole sidewalk in a tight huddle. People coming in the other direction stepped off into the road, more to […]
The Young Adult Years: The New Meth Punk Warehouse
During the long, cold, wet months, the corrugated steel roof did nothing to keep us warm but it did allow the raindrops to ricochet off of it like small steel balls. I found something comforting in that racket. We rigged […]