Since serving as Associate Editor at Hayden’s Ferry Review, I continue to keep a finger on the pulse of the literary offerings at the Virginia G. Piper Center for Creative Writing. I’m thankful for my experiences at Piper and the … Continue reading
My always-thoughtful father-in-law, sent me this postcard about Mischa surprising him in Paris for his birthday. I shall give my translation skills a whirl. Too bad I’m meeting my German- speaking, Swiss journalist friend for breakfast–too late for a translation … Continue reading
Just when I established a rhythm, just when I thought I had it all under control, it all kind of oozed out between my fingers. Or at least one finger. I was on a (writing) roll in February. Kids were … Continue reading
Last week my fifteen-year-old laughed at seeing her breath one morning as she scraped frost off her the windshield of the car. For the first time. My pleasure came from the pure, uncensored delight of that laugh. She’s a teenager. … Continue reading
I kissed my hubby goodbye February 15th. He’s on a mission to intercept his father and SURPRISE him for his 75th birthday.The kicker? His father’s in PARIS on a weekend trip with his girlfriend. And he doesn’t know his son’s about to surprise … Continue reading
My twelve-year-old posed this question. With the days of the sparkly Valentine’s box and confetti-decorated, pink cupcakes mostly behind us, I pondered my own questions. Who is this boy? What is he like? What does it mean to be someone’s … Continue reading
I accidentally hit speed dial the other day. To my grandmother. She’s been dead now 4-5 five years. Seems impossible. You’d think I’d clean up my phone. Remove the speed dials that don’t work anymore. But I can’t. I love … Continue reading
My soon-to-be-sixteen-year-old daughter is gearing up for a boyfriend upgrade. I must confess I liked version 1.0. Despite the fact that he ate only Mac-N-Cheese and Mac-without-the cheese, I was sad to see this gentlemanly scholar-athlete parked in the friend … Continue reading
I have a habit of making everything more complex than need be. Parenting, writing, dinner. You name it. I over-analyze it, over-write it, over-cook it, before—if I’m lucky—finding the simple, elegant, less time-consuming approach. And let’s face it, we’re … Continue reading
Getting There The last time I got into a small airplane involved 5th of vodka and a 70-pound-hog-tied dog, because the time before that involved an unleashed 70-pound-dog frantically clawing her way into the cockpit of a six-seater. IN. MIDFLIGHT. … Continue reading
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