This year, for better or for worse, social media, the airwaves, and maybe even the pulpit will be full of everyone's take on the fact that Easter falls on April Fool's Day. I have nothing unique or clever to add, so I'll keep this post simple. Last year, I was feeling blue about Easter; you… Continue reading No foolin’ this year.
When I walked into my public library last week to return some books, I noticed a flyer for an upcoming book release party. The author was a local memoirist; it looked like she may have written about her journey with dyslexia; that was my guess anyway. “Perfect!” I thought, making a mental note to attend.… Continue reading My book release party. Someday.
I almost missed it—National Brian Injury Awareness month, recognized in March. Maybe it wasn’t on my radar because I don’t talk much about my son’s brain injury; I talk of the brain tumor that caused it. They are intertwined in my story, the tumor in and the injury to his brain. Not much of my story… Continue reading The anomaly of my story.
Happy Spring! I don't know about you, but at my house, it looks nothing like spring. We still have a good foot of snow on the lawn, with a pile of plowed snow at the end of the driveway at least four feet tall. We also have that glorious late afternoon sun that shines until past… Continue reading Spring cocooning.
I posted the story below last March. All that's changed this St. Patrick's Day is that my sons are a year older, and I guess that means I am, too. It's a little late in the day for the morning tradition I describe, but never too late to enjoy a good story. I got a… Continue reading Green milk and a pot o’ gold.
I don’t even know where to start when I’ve not written in so long. My husband Michael and I were in California visiting my parents. While we were there, I coordinated an 85th birthday celebration for my mom. It was a production—a live digital video virtual party (is that even the right way to say… Continue reading Blessings on my memoir.