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Summer school. What can I say about summer school? In a word: amazing. I’m serious. After three agonizing months of what can only be described as a horrible in-home “school” experience, summer school has blown my mind. Quite possibly, it … Continue reading
It’s going to be a long, sad week. There’s far too much death and dying in my crazy corner of the world. First, a writer I know, Joyce Maynard, announced that her husband, Jim Barringer, was dying. I was shocked. … Continue reading
Exactly one year ago today, in the final hours of my 50th year on earth, I submitted a chapbook-length manuscript to Finishing Line Press.. Last October, they accepted it for publication. And today I am halfway through the pre-sales period, … Continue reading
This week Katie started 6th grade. My daughter is in middle school. How did that happen? I know it’s a cliche, but time is simply flying by, galloping forward and gaining speed. My baby is no longer my baby, or … Continue reading
It’s been a long, strange spring. First I developed a bizarre thumb infection that rendered my right hand virtually useless. I was forced to take more antibiotics than I care to think about and soaked my bloated digit six times … Continue reading
Back in November 2014, I launched my second push to complete the third draft of my memoir. My goal was to edit the first 100 pages and rewrite the second 100 pages. By the end of the year I planned … Continue reading
As Saint Patrick’s Day approaches, I’ve been thinking a lot about luck. Most people think it’s incredibly unlucky that after eight years of infertility, my ex and I adopted a baby girl who turned out to have autism spectrum disorder—a … Continue reading
I’ve joked before that writing and dating have a lot in common. Both require a thick skin, an embracing of rejection as part of the process. For some reason I accepted this easily with respect to my writing. I send … Continue reading