Hold On to the Light

I went in a cave today. Those of you who know me are sitting there in either dismay or disbelief. I know. Me too. I am not a caver. In fact, caves pretty much embody all the things I hate most: cold, dark, wet, and muddy and feeling trapped. And ticks, which weren’t actually in…

Real Life, Death and Everything

Life has hit me pretty hard of late. Just as the family was planning a Mother's day celebration in conjunction with Thomas's birthday, I received news that my stepmother, Jean, had died. It hit me harder than you would have thought losing "just" a stepmother should; it hit me harder than I could have imagined. Mind you this was not…

Telling Tales

Everyone keeps telling me the trick to being a writer is to keep writing. I don't think they say that to painters. But maybe they do. I have friends who can't stop themselves from writing. They don't understand how I can NOT write.  They can tell I'm literate, and I edit their things and help…