Sometimes I even like how it turns out.
Thu Sep 28 2017
#aging #RefrigeratorInstallation Read more »
Tue Sep 26 2017
I don't have much to say about literary agents so instead I write about a bat. View at thedebutanteball »
Tue Sep 19 2017
Balance. Such a buzzy word these days. I think we are all looking for a magic recipe to make everything snap into place and grant us inner peace. I have no such recipe. View at thedebutanteball »
Wed Sep 13 2017
The conchs that taught me about resilience and the impermanent island life remain unbroken, the island rock strong beneath their feet, the palm trees bending back up towards the light. View at huffingtonpost »
Mon Sep 11 2017
Being a speaker shift my mindset from, “talking to people is terribly scary,” to “I am a professional and I have a responsibility to do the talking thing.” Read more »
Wed Sep 06 2017
I remind myself that I was embarrassed about my mother at his age. Not that there was anything wrong with my mother—I loved her dearly and she always wore pants outside of the house. Read more »
Tue Sep 05 2017
I am participating on a weekly group blog of debut authors this year. This is my first post. View at thedebutanteball »
Wed Aug 30 2017
This book is a dream-like art-come-to-life world, where there are truths that are as immutable in this reality as in the one on the page, and stumbling across these truths is as if we find something solid to hold onto—grasping a rock after clawing at clouds. View at momeggreview »
Sun Aug 27 2017
To some people my son is a novelty, a social experiment, or the result of pushy over-parenting. All he is really is a kid who doesn’t want to be bored. View at huffingtonpost »
Fri Aug 25 2017
Riding a real bull is most definitely beyond my abilities. But maybe I could graduate to a donkey with an attitude problem or a very sturdy sheep. Read more »
Sat Aug 19 2017
Desperation reading often leads us down unexpected paths and exposes us to genres we don’t think appeal to us. Read more »
Sat Aug 12 2017
I wonder if a dragonfly caught in a glass jar would make that same buzz I feel in my chest. Four churning wings, operating in two free-wheeling pairs, battering against the mason jar might sound the same as I feel. And I am frozen on top of the covers, agitating at an inaudible frequency. View at lazuliliterarygroup »
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