I might be a writer
If I write Am I a writer? If I sing in the shower Am I a singer? If I dance … Read More “I might be a writer”
If I write Am I a writer? If I sing in the shower Am I a singer? If I dance … Read More “I might be a writer”
Today I face My Fear. I know you’re there. You’ve held me back. You’ve kept me alone. You’ve held … Read More “What’s Up, Fear?”
Dear Mom and Dad, I am in my forties now. Of course, I am only telling you this because … Read More “Dear Mom and Dad, I’m 40ish.”
My son started junior high today. I write that. And pause. And read it again. Is that possibly the whole … Read More “Superbly Uneventful”
You know, I don’t write that often anymore. Mostly because my message has changed, and I don’t know what it … Read More “Super Fucking Confusing or Barely Enlightening?”
Yes, I was on the yearbook committee a couple years in high school. Sometimes I feel that question is … Read More “The F*ing Folder: The Saga Continues”
To My Children: As I watch you start another school year, and our lives become less about firsts and more … Read More “First Day of School–Again!”
So I’m driving to my kids’ school to pick up my kids. And the phone rings. And … Read More “Lunch Detention”
I dropped my son off at school this morning, the son that always runs off effortlessly to take on the … Read More “Hold Me”
So I’m walking up to my 6 year old’s Kindergarten classroom, excited and happy to show up for the class … Read More “Playground Kisses”