Do you want your marshmallow now, now, now!? Or will you wait and receive TWO marshmallows? I especially relate to the child who pets his marshmallow like it’s a small bird. Then he kisses it. Then he waits.

She is slowing.  Every movement is contemplated well ahead of its execution.  There are perhaps only a small number of steps remaining, so each one is measured and weighed for its importance.  The body rises from the floor only when … Continue reading →

If I were one of those winsome darlings who could flash a couple of dimples and a face-full of charm, I’d have made it by now.  By now I’d have a folder with a signed agent contract tucked neatly inside.  … Continue reading →

We are long-term.  We are new.  We hug with the intensity of a crackling fire.  We keep secrets forever, we are flint sparking stone.  We are girlfriends. We’ve been girlfriends for two days, for forty years, or just since this … Continue reading →

A couple weeks ago, Wilson interviewed at our local Barnes & Noble bookstore to work in the children’s book area as a “Tail Waggin’ Tutor.”  His job was to snooze on the floor while children crawled over him and poked … Continue reading →

It seems we’re in those dog days of summer when very little happens.  Over the past few days, I’ve started and stopped, posted and deleted at least three different blogs.  Failures … all of them!  Now here I am again … Continue reading →

If I were a paper doll, I’d be terrified of fire.  And water.  I’d be okay with fingers bending my elbows and knees, but I wouldn’t like being crumpled up in someone’s fist.  I’d want to be kept safe from … Continue reading →

Women.  We glide and slide and bump and birth.  We’re petals of pink easily torn apart, yet when torn, we turn strong as iron.  We fight to keep what little we have only to give it all away.  We drive … Continue reading →

It’s monsoon time in the desert.  We’ve actually been in “monsoon season” for a few weeks, but last evening was the first evidence of it in my area.  Fundamentally, monsoon is linked more to a shift in winds than precipitation, … Continue reading →

Sad news regarding one of my favorite living authors.  I’ve never done this before, but today I reprint an article from the Belfast Telegraph, in full, because I don’t know how to either add to or take away from the … Continue reading →