2020 was tough. It has justifiably become our first numeric cuss word. For my family 2020 began a few weeks early when we lost my grandson just before Christmas. He was a beautiful young man who made everybody smile, but he was experimenting. A huge risk took him away from his life and from us. Then, COVID came along when we needed each other the most. … [Read more...] about FINGERS CROSSED
Tossing the Chimes
I used to sing. Years ago. But when I decided to have kids, I willingly gave it up. I wanted to be home with my girls. But I missed it. So sometimes I'd get the kids settled down (nap time, color time, Sesame Street) and I would go into my room, close the door and pull out the guitar. The lyrics I wrote are in some notebook or another. The music is only in my head. I used to … [Read more...] about Tossing the Chimes
I learned to swim when I was still in single digits. My family lived in Florida. There was a lot of water around us. It was a safety issue. Mama never learned how to swim, so I took lessons. When the swimming instructor told me to hang on to the side of the pool and float, I was all too happy to do that. But, when she told me to let go of the side and float, I was terrified. I … [Read more...] about Water
On this day, I write
Robert Dugoni opened the Surrey conference I just attended. "On this day, I write," was the ending phrase of his speech. If you'd like to hear it, please click here. It is inspirational. Thanks to Robert Dugoni, I began the conference reminded of why I write. Thanks to Robert McCammon, and Robynn Sheahan, and Russell Turney, I left the conference reminded of why I … [Read more...] about On this day, I write
Where does the dream stop and the story begin?
I awoke this morning in the middle of a dream. I had been re-hired by a firm I worked for fifteen years ago. It was my first day back. Scrambled eggs, sausage links, and hash browns were being served on the over-polished, walnut conference table. Hmmm. Family breakfasts weren't company policy when I worked there last time. People, some familiar, some strangers, milled around … [Read more...] about Where does the dream stop and the story begin?