It used to be that my pen was my comfort. I wrote when I felt stressed, overwhelmed, sad, pretty much any time I had big feelings, I wrote. This has been a lifelong habit, even from when I was a little girl crafting background stories for every doll in my collection. I have … [Read more...] about Write On
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I Don’t Want to Go Back to Normal
I don’t want to go back to normal. Let's be candid, the normal we yearn to find our way back to was not all that great, for most. These were not our halcyon days. I hope we use this time to look inward as we reach a hand out. Let’s reflect on what we were and what we want to … [Read more...] about I Don’t Want to Go Back to Normal
Corona Stream of Consciousness
I've been stress baking. Today I made an apple pie and croissant bread pudding. Even Mac Daddy is getting in on the kitchen action. He's making Jennie Perillo's homemade pasta for dinner. The house is unkempt. I cannot function when my surroundings are untidy. I am a nag. … [Read more...] about Corona Stream of Consciousness
Write to Those Doing the Right Thing
I've spent my entire life writing to legislators, companies, and movie stars. I had written to President Jimmy Carter, Hamburger Helper, and Lucille Ball before I turned 12. Decades later, I continue to write letters. I even taught a segment in my public relations class about … [Read more...] about Write to Those Doing the Right Thing
Home of the Free (Labor)
Some of the same people who say we shouldn't ask for handouts or ask for anything for free are asking me to provide free work. As in, use my talent as unpaid labor. I’ve been out of college for 25 years, but it seems that some businesses want to use me as an intern. Recently, in … [Read more...] about Home of the Free (Labor)
Harper Lee Lives On
Atticus, Scout, and Harper were all on our baby name list. A proud parenting milestone came last summer when both Bird and Deal read To Kill A Mockingbird. Like so many others might say, it's the one book I can read over and over again without skimming. Bird read my tattered … [Read more...] about Harper Lee Lives On
Snow Angels
Whenever it snows I'm taken back to the third grade in Roanoke, Virginia. I don't remember my teacher's name, but I can vividly recall the classroom. It was tucked in a corner so there were extra windows. We enjoyed glorious streams of sun and daydreamed as we stared out the … [Read more...] about Snow Angels