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Midlife Crisis, Part 2

The package was sitting on the doorstep, a neat, perfunctory rectangle with no real identifying insignia. “Mom, what did you get?” The kids ask. They usually get presents in packages, so anything in a box must be really good. I look at it. It has my name on it, but...

Metal Mom

It was  a moment I hadn’t had in a while, and the simple joy of it took me by surprise. I was speeding home in the mini-van (it is NOT a mini-van, my husband says, if he is driving it) on the causeway, annoyed after a nasty visit to the Dentist. I’d been...

Book Launch

Hi Everyone, Just a quick word to let you know that one of my pieces has been published in a book. Hidden Lives is an eye-opening anthology about living with a mentally ill person in your family. Most of the stories are brutally honest, heart wrenching, or tear...

Status Update!

I have to change my profile, again. Instead of “I won’t tell you about my cats, because they are dead,” it will have to read: “I have stupidly decided to burden myself with two small animals, even though I was just beginning to understand what a clean house...

Look Up

I was walking past a park with my son the other day, feeling pretty content. We passed a playground he hadn’t been to before, we were in new territory. He had to mark it; with swinging, jumping and wild flinging of his body, careening around poles and kicking up...