The Eulogy I Didn't Give In Church
June 25, 1977 was the first time my mother ever asked me for a cigarette. I laughed a little and pulled out my pack, gave her one and a...
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Our First Writer's Lab
It's a rainy day in Bellevue, perfect for a writing lab, our first ever. I usually get something out of every group I facilitate. Based...
An 8000 Pound Prairie Dog and Me
On July 31, I became one of Cincinnati Enquirer's story tellers in the USA Today Storytellers Project http://www.storytellersproject.com...
Persistence: Publishing
Picture this: you are a 15 year old girl, a knock at your mother's door, and the leader of your church seeking refuge. So the story...
Creating a Great First Paragraph
I wrote this article for the 10 Minute Novelist website and wanted to extend an invitation to my writing friends to consider attending...
Solstice Baby
Original post: December 21, 2017 Deep in December my mom would focus her eyes on some distant memory. She'd say, "We didn't think we...
In the Shadows
Original post: October 31, 2017 “I always thought she was a witch,” my best friend would say. People knew the place, but the woman. The...
My Brother's Eulogy
Original post: October 5, 2017 When my brother's health began to deteriorate several years ago, I wrote a letter to his estranged...
Pulling the Shades
Originally published by Urban Chic in August, 2017 The first night we spent in our temporary house, the alarm went off at 12:20 a.m. I...
Ruth and I
Original Post: June 7, 2017 When my husband and I walked into our home eight years ago it took hold of us in such a good way. Since then,...
Star Gazing
Original post: May 4, 2017 Yesterday, I had time to sit with my friend Brady in front of the Mexican restaurant not far from my house....
A Christmas Story
Original post: December 24, 2016 The Advent of Christmas The day before Christmas a little girl grabbed her coat, ran past the cleared...
Topaz Mountain, Veterans Day, November 11, 2016
Original post: November 11, 2016 These days the only inhabitants of Topaz Japanese Internment Camp in Central Utah are fire ants and...
My brother, Paul
Original post: April 22, 2016 I usually begin the conversation with: He was driving an ambulance when it was broadsided by a truck. Then...
Going Home
Original post: March 3/2016 Tawny colored, river sand sifted through my stubby 4-year-old fingers. My grandpa cast his bamboo line into...
On Meeting Wendell Berry
Original Post: November 17, 2015 Saturday's trip to Frankfort for the annual Kentucky Book Fair proved beneficial. I intended to meet...
Trick Bikes, 3-inch Heels, and Writing
Original post: 9/14/2015 Near the end of my walk yesterday I came upon a young man with one of those trick bikes; the ones with bars...
Voices from Vermont
Original Post: 8/25/2015 Mist hung in the crevices of the hillside as we headed to the Burlington Airport. Could it be that my time in...
Perfect Pitch
Original Post: 8/7/2015 During the Christmas season when my daughter was 12 years old, her piano teacher discovered a gift in Annie that...
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