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…
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…
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…
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.…
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…