How can it be? How is it possible? My baby, my daughter, my girl. She is 18 years old. A young adult. A strong, wise, beautiful, kind, witty, curious, creative, loyal, honest, graceful, self respecting young woman. I’m so proud. …
Read more →How can it be? How is it possible? My baby, my daughter, my girl. She is 18 years old. A young adult. A strong, wise, beautiful, kind, witty, curious, creative, loyal, honest, graceful, self respecting young woman. I’m so proud. …
Hello, I’m calling to check on patient 19-3724. I brought him in yesterday and just wanted an update on how he was doing… I hadn’t stopped thinking about this sweet bird since I met him and dropped him at the …
Plans. We make them. We have lists, calendars, agendas, schedules. Plans. And for me, Sunday was chalk full of them. After coffee and CBS Sunday Morning where I get my dose of tears and inspiration from at least one story, …
I dropped the ball. There was a time writing my weekly column was as routine in my life as making the bed, brushing my teeth, breathing. There was a time this column was the only creative outlet I had. The …
Seventeen years old. My daughter. My girl. My peanut, bunny rabbit, boo boo nut, love bug, bunsy, baby girl. She sings, she writes, she laughs, she dances, she thinks, she cries, she reads, she dreams, she worries, she wishes, she …
That’s right. I am. I am so angry at the state of the world that I want to scream. I want to SCREAM! Out the windows, “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore!!!” Aren’t you? …
(this column originally posted Thanksgiving 2010) From the time I was a little girl I deemed Thanksgiving as my all-time favorite holiday. When I was really little it was because of the love. When I was a little older it …
(This column was originally published February 8, 2016) I always had a dream, a picture in my mind of one day owning a home and in that home having an office with a couch and windows that looked out at …
(this column was originally posted December 2010) It’s that time of year again. The time when my strength, humor, ego and determination are put to the ultimate test. Yes, that’s right, I’m talking about single mom versus the mighty Christmas …
That’s what I seem to be saying every single day I turn on the news. What the hell is happening?! Instead of writing today I thought I’d just post this amazing new song by my amazing guy. It’s chilling, beautiful …