Moving the Goal Post

For most of my life, I didn’t want to be simply good at something; I wanted to be the best. The best daughter. Sister. Singer. Teacher. Wife. Mother. Friend. The problem with trying to be the best at something is that best is highly subjective. It’s an ever-moving goal post. So I shifted from trying to […]

Please Excuse the Typo

It’s possible that, as a writer, I’ve spent the past twelve years obsessed with typos. In posts. In tweets. In manuscripts. It’s also possible that, as a human, I’ve spent my entire life avoiding typos. (Both actual and metaphorical.) Over the past few months in quarantine, I’ve been thinking a lot about how much time […]

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 […]

A Paperback by Any Other Name

PEOPLE! I HAVE BIG NEWS! In fact I might be dancing in my living room! Why? I’m glad you asked. LILY BY ANY OTHER NAME is in print, and I’m beyond happy about it! This is my writing group being happy with me.  Want to be happy, too? Of course you do. Head to Amazon or […]

Since You’ve Been Gone

  I mean, you’re not that far from us. You’re in Oregon. Our states touch. We’re one plane ride away. (If we fly direct to Portland then drive to Eugene. Otherwise it’s two plane rides with a connection in San Francisco. Sometimes one of the planes has a propeller.) So what I’m saying is, you’re […]

A Modest (Writing) Proposal

              Here’s a common-sense mantra for writers: Before you do anything else, Write Today First. In theory, it’s a pretty great goal but the acronym tells a different story: W.T.F. Sometimes, despite good intentions, our hearts simply will not settle. My mind (not to mention my body) can be relentless […]

One Sentence at a Time

When I taught English, my students would come to me for help on their essays. More accurately they were seeking better grades. They would stand by my desk or I’d stand by theirs and they would be worried. Or annoyed. Or both. “Read this out loud,” I would tell them. “This sentence here.” “But I […]