I’m A Better Mother In Summer

This statement make me frustrated. Irritated. And a bunch of other words that end in “ated.” For lots of reasons. Because summer is short. Because summer is hot. Because summer…

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My Last “Firsts”

Many years ago—eight, to be exact—I wrote separate poems for each of my three (at the time) children. I silk-screened their black-and-white pictures behind the words, printed them out, framed…

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Another Case of the Randoms

I know I’ve said a few times before that I’ve reach the point of fried brains, but this time I mean it. Like, really mean it. My brain is fried.…

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I was recently asked by a writer friend to share my experience about being a Genesis finalist on The Writer's Alley, a totally awesome blog for--you guessed it--writers. (although it's…

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