Full disclosure—this post is slanted toward welcoming the bombshell that is a newborn into our writing lives, biologically or otherwise. I can’t personally speak to adopting, fostering or having guardianship of slightly older children, etc., however I respectfully theorize that…
It wasn’t so long ago that I was a person who kept her calendar in stone. I did not flake, bail, ghost, disappear, get busy, or “forget.” If I said I was going, I went. Period. End of story. I was that…
I did a tough thing a few weeks ago. I hired a dog walker for Zoe and Zephyr, my two whippets. It hadn’t been something I was planning on doing. We were tight, the Zs and I. We spent our…
Some weeks before my artist friend Vicki Paret’s baby arrived, she stretched nine canvases of equal size. She gridded nine rectangles on each canvas. Eighty-one rectangles would form one epic painting. She worked methodically, left to right, top to bottom….