I learned cursive in 3rd grade, like everyone else born pre- laptops and i phones. However, for the past 30 years, I have chosen a
As parents we are always sending our children off into the world. From the moment they are born we begin the process of separation. It’s
There was a bite in the air. A sharp chill that reminded us summer was long gone, but winter had not yet taken over. It’s
some personal thoughts on the fruits of discipline My mother, sisters and I rented an old farmhouse when I was 6 years old. It became
There are countless hard things in life. Death and burial, divorce and betrayal, moving out and moving on, are just a few that come to
This is for my friend Jenn, whom I miss terribly on some days, longing desperately once again for the freedom and innocence of our shared childhood.