Facing Forward, Looking Back

It was a weird week. I had a birthday, visited my kids at the University of Oregon, and released my third novel. All good stuff. Celebratory. Fortunate. (Fortunate is my grandma’s favorite word. She’s 95. Her being in my life is part of why I’m fortunate.) And yet. In the wake of allthegoodstuff, I found myself […]

Love and Marriage

I’ll never forget my friend Nadine’s wedding. It was springtime in the Bay Area and the sky was drizzly all day, but the moment she and Darryl took their vows, the sun came out (I swear). It felt like a miracle even though I didn’t believe in that kind of thing. At the reception they […]

For My Daughter On Her Birthday

On July 14th, 1999, you made me complete. A nurse slipped you into my arms (all four pounds, fourteen ounces of sticky skin and soft bone), and I looked down at your tiny face and knew you for my own. These trembling hands were cradling the first great-granddaughter; the first niece; the first sister of […]

A New Beginning

For the June meeting of our writing group, the 10-minute writing prompt was this: A new beginning… A couple of members wrote about the fact that the word “beginning” implies “new” and therefore the prompt was somewhat problematic — and, that’s what happens when you get six smart/snarky women together in the same room with […]

Last Time For Everything

At last night’s writing group, this was our prompt: Write a story about someone who can’t get a song out of their head…  Here’s my unedited response to May’s ten minute exercise. I lie awake at night with country music playing in my head. Over and over. And over. The weirdest part is that I only […]

A Gift for Graduates

Looking for a unique idea for a graduation gift? Well, I’ve got one for you! The inspiration for my first novel, LETTERS FOR SCARLET, came from an assignment I used to do with my senior English classes. Each year on the last day of school, I asked my students to write letters to themselves dated five years […]

The Cold Sweat

  Spoiler alert: I prefer control over chaos. If you know me in real life, this won’t come as a surprise. Neither will the fact that merely typing the word surprise makes me break into a cold sweat. No, spontaneity is not my jam. My jam is predictability. Or—probably definitely—blueberry, spread on a bagel toasted […]