The post got me thinking because... my Mom isn't here any longer. Nor is my Dad. Neither Dad. Yes, I had two dads. It happens. My step-Dad passed so many years ago, I don't even remember the date. I only remember how he suffered and how angry I was that he wasn't going to be around for many more years. Read more →


I was an okay Mom. Not great. I saw other mothers, in our coffee klatches, who were better mothers than I. I saw that they were not torn between motherhood and…something else. I sometimes spoke of other 'urges', a desire to be something more. I was met with frowns and shakes of pretty heads. Sometimes with laughter. Read more →


I wish more kids loved the library the way I love the library. I learned so much by taking books out of the library every week, as a pre-teen. I read at least four or five books a week. I gave a book report on every one. I won an award for it. How great is that? It wasn't an award that the school issued every year. It was made up just for me. Because I was such a prolific reader. Read more →