The Best and Most Beautiful Things
It was neither the best day, nor the most beautiful. But no amount of rain could dampen my mood. I sat across from a writing friend I’d known for years and…
It was neither the best day, nor the most beautiful. But no amount of rain could dampen my mood. I sat across from a writing friend I’d known for years and…
“Wait for me!” my niece yells as she runs after the older kids. But her six-year old legs can’t keep up with the other four in the nine-to-thirteen set. “You’re slow,”…
“Yams? I don’t want yams!” The woman ahead of me yelled at the cashier of my local grocery store. “I want sweet potatoes.” She slammed down a plastic bag and…
This morning, March 14, 2014, I was asked to say a few words about Karen Johnston, my dearest friend and critique partner who recently passed away from brain cancer. I’m…
He wept. Standing in my kitchen filled with the warmth of baking sugar cookies and the scent of a cinnamon candle, I pressed the phone harder against my ear. Every…
“Monkey buttshine!” my son screams at his sister. “Rat hag!” she yells back. I drop the laundry basket and head downstairs. They know the m-b word is not allowed. To be honest,…