My memoir, when it's done, will be a tough read, until the very end. There's a lot of pain in it, and I imagine some readers will wonder if they can make it through. When I was living the pain, I sometimes wondered if I would make it through, too. Note to future readers: The… Continue reading The happy ending.
Tag: personal essays
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!
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.
No foolin’ this year.
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.
Spring cocooning.
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.
Green milk and a pot o’ gold.
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.
