If not for a pandemic, I don’t know if the March 20 release of Animal Crossing New Horizons would have
My 11 and 14 year old daughters turned me on to Korean dramas back in early January; it was inevitable
This essay was published in the local newspaper on April 1. Nearly four years ago, I removed my kids from
Because my spouse and I don’t really go in for Valentine’s Day (except for that one time when he –
Historically, I work better in small groups. Because I’m not a very social person, I think I was always a
It’s never a good sign when you realize that you’re more than halfway through the school year, but you’ve somehow
I had a mentor before I even understood what a mentor was. I had a mentor before I even realized
Writing Prompt 1: On a recent trip back from NYC, my 11 year old overheard the following while waiting in
Now that the kids are getting older, in addition to giving physical presents this past Christmas, I decided to also
Music has never meant as much to me as it did when I was 14. Even in my 20s when
NOTE: My brother wrote me this email back in 2017 about his relationship with politics and his thoughts on being
Yesterday, I took my 13 year old daughter to Plymouth for a history visit. The plan to see Plimoth Plantation
A few days ago I realized it was all getting to be too much. News that is. Actually, to be
When struggling for things to write about, there’s a topic that’s been off limits. I promised myself when the kids
I will admit to being stuck. Stuck in Christmas past, which — grief aside — has always been my “go
This past weekend I wrote my brother’s obituary. An obituary that he never would have wanted, but that we needed.
How do you capture the love you have for someone in words? Really convey what that person has meant to
This is my dog. This is my bed. And this is why I cannot get up in the morning.
I just realized it’s been four months since I’ve written a feature. Finally over the hump! Phew. And here she is.
I heard a quote on the radio the other day that really resonated with me and properly sums up my writing experience: “I hate to write, but I love having written.”
Thank you to whomever crystalized my process.
Without fail, each time we spend more than a day in another place, I have the desire to move there.
When I first started this blog and was trying to figure out what I’d fill it with (still working on
I try not to spend too much time in the Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda neighborhood, but sometimes you end up there
I hadn’t stopped to think how big 12″x18″ would really be when I placed a printing order last week for two
In retrospect, it was probably for the best that my laptop’s WiFi connection didn’t work for most of the time I
When I moved back to Massachusetts nearly five years ago, I discovered volunteerism. I was 42 and had somehow made