Moving three thousand miles is a life-altering experience, and I haven’t actually left home yet. I’m wary of all the lessons this move still has to teach me about who I am and the strength I never suspected I possessed. … Continue reading
Just before Easter, when my son was three years old, I obediently brought a dozen eggs to his preschool for egg dyeing. I left them with the teachers, proud of being so on top of things that I had purchased … Continue reading
I’ve always loved writing fiction, but for pragmatic reasons I’ve spent most of my adult life writing non-fiction articles. (When I was a kid, my mother, a novelist, told me, “If you can find a way to write that actually … Continue reading