I have a confession to make that may make some of you dismiss me as having neither taste nor class. Judge me if you will: I like the Three Stooges. There. I said it. When Larry hits Curly on the head with a sledgehammer and it makes a metal clanking noise, I think it’s hilarious. […]
Someone described me recently as “a confident, outgoing mom and a successful writer.” I looked around for who they could possibly be talking about. I can’t even begin to tell you how incredibly far-off that description sounds to me.
I’ve realized in the last year that no matter what happens to me and no matter how I change, in many ways I’m still telling a very old story of who I am.
And I think I might not be the only one. And I want to start telling a new story […]
I wasn’t home when my daughter broke her arm. My wife updated with me the medical news: both bones of the forearm were snapped and she could see through the skin that the bones were out of place. Her little hand hung limp from her wrist. A cast alone would be insufficient. Surgery was necessary. […]