A Day in the Life

A few years ago, I participated in a #MustRead book challenge. We created a list of books that we missed reading the previous year and wante...

  Thank you to  Unleashing Readers  for continuing to promote reading and great book titles and especially for letting us wayward readers fi...

 Thank you   Two Writing Teachers  for creating a space to  share our stories. We began hearing whispers of potential snow a few days ago. M...

  Thank you to  Unleashing Readers  for continuing to promote reading and great book titles and especially for letting us wayward readers fi...

I consider myself lucky to live in an area of our country where I get to experience the four seasons. Although I have my favorite seasons of...

We had the perfect plan. All our Ts were crossed and Is were dotted. My sister took Mom and her caregiver out for lunch while my brother, hu...

Thank you to Unleashing Readers for continuing to promote reading and great book titles and especially for letting us wayward readers find ...

As the year makes its way to the home stretch, I took some time to reflect on my writing habit. Or maybe I should say my lack of a writing h...

  I wasn't always a teacher. In my first career, I was in retail management. I managed two mall stores and eventually became a district ...

My writing life has taken a dip, and I really needed a spark. So, this past weekend, Teach Write had a game night, and I participated. We pl...

Photo from Pixabay Change is coming. I can feel it.  Sitting on the porch as the late summer sun begins to slide down the back side of the d...

  A little girl sits at her table with her "friends." The table is set with four little white plates with delicate pink flowers an...

Today I wrote to a Teach Write Academy prompt--"far away." Mom continues to slip farther away, much like this rowboat on the water...

My mother has dementia. As more of her memory fades with each passing day, we come closer and closer to making tough decisions. Lately she h...

I have written many slices from my front and back porches, and my time there continues to fill me with stories.  Even stinky ones. A few day...