It’s in the mail.

Have you ever purchased a birthday card for someone and then forgotten to send it? I do not mean you forgot by a few days, and you mailed it anyway, because it’s just a few days, it is still within the birth month and anyway, it’s the thought that counts, right? That is perfectly acceptable. I … More It’s in the mail.


A question for you writers: do you ever read your own past work with an awful feeling in the pit of your stomach, a feeling that stems from the conviction that what you are reading–this stuff from a month or a year or two ago–is your best work, the most you are capable of, and … More Neverending

Slow boil

Thanks to those of you who posted questions or bits of inspiration on my last post. Yesterday after I finished typing my desperate plea for help, I feverishly clicked PUBLISH and then ran out to my car and had a panic attack. Okay, I actually ran out to my car because I had an off-campus … More Slow boil

Love throw a line

I am not dead. I have not been abducted by aliens. I am not even preoccupied by anything new or exciting (other than the daily antics of this small person I live with who refuses to walk in spite of proven ability but still manages to get into every forbidden realm of my house).  I would love … More Love throw a line


Last Monday was the first day of my last semester of graduate school. I should have typed those words with enthusiasm, but I am not at all enthusiastic. I am so over graduate school. Sad, because I am an eager student by nature. But there are so many other things I’d rather be learning right now: … More BFF

More on writing, reading, and living a balanced life

I actually snickered audibly when I typed the words “living a balanced life” in the title, because the whole thing suggests that I am about to write knowledgeably about those topics. Let me assure you right here at the beginning that nothing of the sort is going to happen. It might as well read, “More … More More on writing, reading, and living a balanced life

I fell off the wagon

And then it ran over me. You can cease the fast and stop renting your clothing. I’ll be catching up tomorrow. There, there, now you can rest easy. (Note to self: do not be surprised when your daughter turns out to be a real smartass.)