When my house burnt to the ground many years ago, I consoled myself with the thought that what we lost were just things. Now, so many years later, I realize I was wrong. One's home and its contents are part of whom one is. Because it was in my early adult life, I hadn't acquired … Continue reading Thinking About Things →

I wrote this poem many years ago after an experience that shook me to the core. My own daughters were about the same age as the girl in the poem, and it really stuck home that young people can be holding such pain inside without those around them knowing. The poem ends with 'For the … Continue reading Big Boned Girl →

I have been fortunate to check many things off on my bucket list, but the one item that has long been there will not materialize...at least, not in the near future. Ever since my sister found a pubic hair in Graceland, I knew I had to go to Tennessee, but while Elvis's home has a … Continue reading There’s a Hole in My Bucket →

With hours to fill these days, you might want to try writing your autobiography. You don't have to think of it as a major publication; think of it as your history recorded. There may be a tendency to also think that no one would want to read it. Your biography is ultimately for you. Also, … Continue reading You Have Time to Write Your Autobiography →