It’s a big day and a big step!

Today, I'm happy to announce my first essay to appear in a Literary Publication--Mothers Always Write! "When a horrible diagnosis is a relief." I submitted the essay in March, then it was accepted perhaps in May, (I've lost track of that exciting email), then I received notice on Monday that it would appear today. I've been… Continue reading It’s a big day and a big step!

Happy Positivity Day!

Today is Friday the 13th, a day some people truly dread. For others, these unlucky Fridays provide a whimsical excuse for all that goes wrong. April was the most recent time a Friday fell on the thirteenth. When I shared some thoughts about it, I received a comment by this writer suggesting that every Friday the… Continue reading Happy Positivity Day!

Finding hope in the chaos of life.

My memoir, which I've not finished writing, has been given an unwanted sequel. Not by Matt, my 31-year-old son who was diagnosed with a brain tumor when he was 11. By a close family member, who just received that same diagnosis. I can't give more details yet, out of respect for this person's privacy, but… Continue reading Finding hope in the chaos of life.

Gardener, writer, writer, gardener, not always in the same order.

I was a gardener long before I became a writer, and it's still one of my passions. It's why you haven't heard much from me lately--when the nice weather beckons me to the garden, I go. Last year, I wrote about the deer that wreaked havoc on all my hard work (in the garden, not… Continue reading Gardener, writer, writer, gardener, not always in the same order.

I believed he could fly.

It’s appropriate that it’s the end of Brain Tumor Awareness Month, as I came to the end of my current memoir manuscript revisions yesterday, and sent them off to my freelance editor. It’s a good time to take a break from that project and round out my life with some gardening, building my social media… Continue reading I believed he could fly.

Brain Tumor Awareness Month, Day 7.

I’ve been finalizing a draft of my memoir manuscript—version eleventy-nine thousand or so—and I needed to clarify some dates and facts. So, this morning, I dragged down a blue-lidded bin from the attic. I wanted Matt’s report cards and school work from third grade, when he was eight. That was the year his behavior and… Continue reading Brain Tumor Awareness Month, Day 7.

When grey matter is the color of your parachute.

Brain Tumor Awareness Month, Day 5. You know that book for job hunters, What Color is Your Parachute?  It’s a classic, by Richard N. Bolles. Award winning. In print since 1970. Ten million copies sold in 28 countries. Translated into 20 languages. Blah, blah. I read it way back, after college. Really it was more… Continue reading When grey matter is the color of your parachute.

Earthworms have it so great.

It's a rainy spring day here, which reminds me of my true earthworm story that I shared last year. You can read it below. I'm amazed to see that I left out a critical part of the story, about why I left my job, a decision prompted by earthworms. (Yeah, just read the story.) It's… Continue reading Earthworms have it so great.