More than a decade ago this page was a crutch as I limped through parenting a lot of kids…and then one day I just stopped writing. I don’t remember why. Maybe I didn’t need it anymore. Or maybe life defeated me in ways I didn’t want to explain and so I just…didn’t.
To see what I’m writing now, click on my SUBSTACK. Follow along. Let’s see where this goes.
Latest Stories
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Fiction Friday 9/2/11 »
This is the first installment of Fiction Friday, my way of forcing myself to write outside my comfort zone of non-fiction, by backing myself into a corner every Thursday night. Read chapter TWO It would be unlikely to find a small town that was not governed, propelled and held captive by gossip. Sherman, Alaska held…
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When They Were Sisters »
Mya and Shawnta 2004 They sit at the tiny table, the two of them. One across from the other Cutching crayons In pink fingers. Perfect little fingers. The girl on the left is four, the right six. Sized almost the same Almost identical They are sisters in life—if not by blood. The…
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Mis-Lead By Example »
This morning I popped Anthony on the butt. I don’t normally spank my kids…gave it up years ago when I started fostering simply because it seemed unfair to spank one kid, and not the other, when they both did the same thing wrong. So I spanked Anthony, one solid whack to the backside. Which is…
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What Comes Around »
I’m not a good gift giver. I show up to parties without a bottle of wine. I send my kids to birthdays with no bag of trinkets. I rarely remember my friends with a card or a gift certificate to their favorite book store. I’m probably snickered about behind my back. Eye rolls likely ensue…
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Anthony The Architect »
Anthony came up from his bedroom yesterday morning with a “blueprint” in hand he’d stayed up half the night creating. He’s a man with a plan… And by yesterday afternoon he’d put his plan into action at our new property where he intends to build…and live in…his own cabin. He ‘might let Luke and Steven…