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 […]

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 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 […]

A Hill to Live On

My home sits near the top of a hill. A big hill. Half a mile up, and pretty steep. We moved here in 2001 after I stumbled upon the house on Mother’s Day. Our kids were not quite two and four, and I’d been getting them ready for brunch with my parents. When Bill noticed […]

The Thing About Dreams

You know what’s weird? Of course you do. You know about a lot of weird things. Like platypuses. Black licorice. The success of Air Supply and The Big Bang Theory. But today I’m asking you to suspend your familiarity with weirdness and play along. So. You know what’s weird? No, Julie! What’s weird? I’m glad […]

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 […]

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 […]