Dear John, I’ve changed your name to protect your interests in case you were not ready for the entire world to know something so private and difficult to discuss even at home. Thank you for sharing with me, a woman you just met while visiting your school as a guest author. The time you spent… Continue reading A Different Kind of ‘Dear John’ Letter
This might be my new favorite picture of Greta and Geoff, not because he is standing at my Uncle Gordon’s standing bar– or because she is wearing her turtle fur neck-up as a hat–or because her hair, after 5.5 years of life is finally long enough to wear not one but two French braids, but… Continue reading Kissing 2016 Goodbye
Dear Ellen and Portia, I hope this letter reaches you–somehow–some way– before Christmas. Last year this time, we debated about sending a copy of my book, True North, to you via Santa at the North Pole; however, my five year old said, “Mom, if you want this to go to Ellen, just send it to her… Continue reading My Christmas Letter to #EllenDeGeneres
November is National Novel Writing Month– who knew? So, I find it apropos that this month is the one year anniversary of True North having arrived on my doorstep in ACTUAL book form courtesy of our fabulous UPS man, Ted Russell, and AuthorHouse Publishing. Four times of year, I receive a report from their marketing… Continue reading My Gift for You Today: Non-Election- Related Light Reading
Greta, age 5, has put together in her brain that babies are made by God and Mother Nature, and they grow in moms’ bellies across the universe. Totally makes sense. I am comfortable with her believing this for the time being. Carver does not yet care where babies come from, unless they are baby… Continue reading The Holy Trinity: God, Mother Nature, and Patrick Swayze
Let’s talk about this picture. I’m honored, truly, to have been brought along to college in any way, shape, or form. But then to be placed lovingly and respectfully next to a book about Obama and a leather bound journal TO WRITE IN with some newly sharpened old school, hard core pencils is just plain… Continue reading A New School Year: the Trouble and Triumph of Transition
I apologize for the grainy quality of this photo, and if you aren’t blinded by the red terrycloth shorts on the super stylish far right circa 1983, you’ll note a beautiful young woman in pink. This is my cousin, Michelle, who passed away from pediatric leukemia maybe a year or two after this picture… Continue reading Thank you Pan Mass Challenge Cyclists!
