I homeschooled my kids (for the sheer joy of it!) K-8 and then sent them to public high school and college. One of the things I learned early on in my homeschooling days was, for sanity’s sake, not to try to…
I homeschooled my kids (for the sheer joy of it!) K-8 and then sent them to public high school and college. One of the things I learned early on in my homeschooling days was, for sanity’s sake, not to try to…
I ran across an old acquaintance recently, someone I hadn’t seen in years. We decided to share a meal and catch up. We talked of where our lives had taken us in the years we’d been out of touch. It was the…
Years ago someone came to me with information about a tween who was engaging in risky flirtations with adult strangers. Though the behavior hadn’t gone far enough to be innocence-destroying, it was dangerous. Peers had already tried talking sense to the tween without success. Deciding that…
Note to self: When reading your Kindle in bed be sure it’s tilted slightly backward rather than forward. That might save you another painful smack in the nose the next time you nod off.
I was determined to publish Blood Marriage for Kindle in May. It’s not looking good. I’m still pushing for a May publication date, but being a novice to this whole process, I underestimated the number of new skills I’d need to learn…
Here is an entry from my journal. The comments in blue were added so you could understand what I was talking about. Morning Pages 4-21-2012 Offer it up. Yesterday I met with my eating disorder specialist. I have Binge Eating Disorder. I haven’t purged in 22 years but…
Had that really been just a week ago? A wry smile tugged at her lips. Her new life was a far cry from the sunny bungalow-on-the-beach with art-trumps-comfort furnishings she’d shared with David. Though centered on a wide tree-lined lane in…
“Excuse me,” Lou Ann held up a finger to the women. She met the man as he reached the bottom step, arching her back just a little so that her round bottom stuck out and her even rounder chest thrust…
From the moment Cherry dried her tears and set her jaw to fight, Ro had begun gleefully rushing her all over Triple Oaks and beyond. “Gatherin’ ammunition” the old woman had called it. They’d visited carpenters, roofers, tilers, and painters,…
Cherry tapped her forehead lightly against the pine door frame as if to knock some sense into herself. She shouldn’t be here staring at her husband as he slept, taking the chance of being discovered, tempting herself to throw caution to the wind and touch…