In B is for Beauty, an anthology of Beauty and the Beast fairy tale retellings, I wrote a story about Melissa and Zane. Both want love. When it finds them, they struggle with believing it is real. This is where Aunt Patty’s muffins come into play. When Aunt […]
Occasionally, looking through the lens of the past can give us glimpses of what life will be like in the future.
Moms, you know that feeling that hits in the back corner of your heart when your child is trying to hide something from you. The one that tells you to let time pass because the secret will rise to the surface. I had that feeling.
Usually, on Saturday evenings, I write and my husband plays his guitar. For years I have tried to capture him playing. Usually what happens is he stops to see what I’m doing, the heater kicks on and overshadows the music, or when I turn on the camera he […]
There was no Jorgen (Just a Friend ) to save me. The cars behind me drove by, leaving me to a fate that sent my overactive imagination into overdrive. Situations like this explain my aversion to suspense books and movies. Seriously, this was prime, stranger danger, CSI episode material.
The Christmas worth repeating was an intentional replication of The Christmas Worth Remembering; except this time we had presents.
This post is a response to a writing prompt for my eighth grade class: Write an autobiographical narrative. The theme is Christmas. Today I’ll share a bad Christmas story. Tomorrow, it will be a pleasant one. So here we go…
I kept my mouth shut, because I know a life lesson when I see one.
Why did we stop celebrating? When did we become complacent with growth? The smaller milestones are what get us to the larger moments people see.
The moral of this post, and the point of my return trips to Arizona (in the middle of the summer) is this. Your children never stop needing you. Lessons that take a lifetime cannot be compressed into eighteen years. Especially when we don’t know what we’re talking for three of those years.