I’ve been given loads of advice over the years from people I respect and admire when it comes to pursuing a career in writing. …

I hate weddings. All kinds. No matter whose they are. I wish I could tell you that there was a deep seeded reason for this. Some childhood abandonment lurking in every dessert table corner. That I was always a bridesmaid, never a bride. …

I’m one of those lucky women who still have friends from college. …

Something wonderful has happened. After over a year of cautionary approaches, planning visits strategically at the hour of the day in which El is the most charming, well-fed and freshly pottied, attending every single free class offered, we have made and established a genuine rapport with our public library’s children’s…

Ever since I’ve been, ahem, unemployed, I’ve been circling this question like a vulture. I have always worked for systems and organizations. You know, the ones who offer benefits packages and 401k’s and who provide stale donuts on staff appreciation days. But I’ve always dreamed of working for myself. I’m…

“Miss, I’m not going to do anything in this class unless I play Macbeth.” It was an unusually hot spring, my second year of teaching and I was about done. With this job, with the school year, with these kids and their ridiculous demands, excuses, haircuts. This happened every year…

I just turned 38 and I am FEELING it. Yes, I am blessed to have gotten this far. Yes, I know that in the grand scheme of things that this is still relatively young. …

I could hear him from the kitchen window as I watched our kids try not to break their necks on their scooters in the driveway. He was singing and dancing to Sugar Magnolia, the vinyl skipping on the downbeat of, “I don’t care”; the place where our daughter dragged a…

6:46 am- Email notifications blinking on phone. Rush downstairs in underwear before child wakes to read through them in peace, star the ones that need attention, pour two cups of scalding coffee down gullet, proceed to open windows and links you will have no time to read. 6:54- Whiny child…