Last month I wrote about how I was attempting National Novel Writing Month again and guess what? I WON! I wrote more than 50,000 words in 30 days. Each day I dropped the kids off at school, went for a run, took a shower, and sat down at my desk to write. On the...
I promise this is not an advertisement for a convenience store. Rather, it's a rumination on the abundance of creativity in this world and the sadness I have over not being able to consume it all. I spent the last year or so re-committing to a creative life. Slowly,...
April is National Poetry Month. I said that I would take the challenge and write a Poem A Day for the whole month. Well… I wrote 30 poems, but not one each day.
So I’ve decided to do something a little crazy and sign up for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) Because… you know… I have so much time on my hands.
April is National Poetry Month. I thought it would be fun to share this Magazine Poetry project with Haiku the kids and I did last summer.
They gave it to me as part of a bedside ritual the day Aiden died. It’s a necklace with two white ceramic heart charms tied with gold strings. A smaller charm fits inside the larger one’s heart-shaped hole—a mother and son BFF necklace.
The beauty painted across the sky at sunrise and sunset is nature’s way of calling humanity to pause. Twice a day she shows us her love and grace if we are present enough to see it.
A reading life asks questions like, when do you read and where? Do you listen to audiobooks? Do you remember the first book you ever read, understood, liked? Do you like paperbacks, hardcover, or, gasp… e-reader? (I know. I’m a dinosaur)
This feels like eating canned green beans. I hate canned green beans. As a kid, I would eat everything else on my plate so slowly knowing each bite brought me closer to the inevitable ending. If I wanted to get up from the table I had to finish the green beans. If I want to continue to publish here I have to write the first post. I have to write the “after” in the before and after of this story.
It's Valentines Day and love is in the air... Yesterday my husband asked me, "So are we doing anything for Valentine's Day?" Translation, "I didn't plan anything, but if you did I don't want to feel like a jerk so let me know if I need to run to the store." My...
I am the gift-wrapper. Every family needs one and since I was a kid the job of wrapping Christmas presents has always fallen on me.
So apparently there's this thing called a Tree Story. But of course, there is! Think about how prolific trees are in literature. Trees are romantic, fascinating, mysterious, dangerous, and silent. They won't tell you lies or share your secrets, but...