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 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 […]

More Flagrante, Less Delicto

Like many of you fine people, I appreciate a good dose of irony. In literature. In life. In Alanis Morissette lyrics. (Hey. Let’s not get nit-picky.) Still, there’s something a little bit ironic I can’t support when it comes to parenting. And that irony is this: The very act responsible for creating a baby becomes […]

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 […]

To 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 shaking hands cradled the first great-granddaughter; the first niece; the first sister of a […]

For My Son on His Birthday

You’re the one who changed me. June 22, 1997. That’s the day you took apart the whole of me to be pieced back together in a puzzle I hope will never be completed. You were my life’s great surprise, usurping this body before I’d finished writing thank you cards for wedding gifts. Unable to breathe […]