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…
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…
So, without wading into the political arena, or without getting on my spiritual soapbox, or without inserting all kinds of opinions into my little blog space that no one asked…
So…I said I was going to write about my vacation this time. And since sometimes the (my) mind is a terrible thing, I guess I ought to write about it…
I just got back from Puerto Rico. I have a massive sunburn-that-will-surely-eventually-turn-into-a-tan-if-it-doesn’t-peel-off-first. I have the world’s worst rainforest hair that kinked and curled and frizzed no matter how many times…
So…I stink at blogging this summer. It isn’t that I don’t want to or have nothing meaningful to write about (and we all know my blogs are nothing if not…
I’m sick of my house. Okay, not my actual house, because I like my neighborhood and I’m pretty okay with my home’s layout and stuff—though it would be so much…
Raise your Aqua Net if you saw Rock of Ages this weekend? (Girls of the eighties, you know you still have a can stashed in the back of your bathroom…
Okay, so earlier this week I’m just standing at the bathroom counter putting on my make-up, getting ready for the day, trying not to be bitter that I’m heading back…