only in dreams
the night brings him back to me, unwanted
a thanksgiving message
from this house to yours
it's the little things
taking stock of the small joys in my life pre-thanksgiving
family
giving thanks for my family from childhood to now
a twitter eulogy
the site's not dead yet, but it is lingering on a hospital bed
the right to say "writer"
the fight within myself to call myself a writer
in search of
looking for answers about god
new feature: mailbag
ask me anything!
regrets, i have a few
but only one that keeps me awake at night
couples only
on the fallacy of true love, as seen through some cheesy chicago lyrics
she's leaving home
my daughter is moving across the country and i have thoughts
the collection
how some power rangers toys drove us mad in 1995
the bad teacher
remembering mr. dillon, the worst teacher i ever had
two years worth of words
on writing for two years about a little of everything, and looking forward to writing more
on death and funerals and gatherings
death brings together a family that has drifted apart
the magical world of children's books
using my favorite childhood stories to escape for a bit
dependency
looking back on a relationship that was not as healthy as it seemed
road tripping
the road trips of my childhood seemed a lot longer than they were
the agony and the ecstasy
on the roller coaster ride of being a sports fan
since you're gone
i've learned more about myself than i knew there was to learn
10 for 60
for my 60th, talking about the things that bring me joy
mom, elvis, and me
how elvis's death caused a rift that has never healed
an update
minus one gallbladder, plus some unexplained pain
august and everything after
marking the beginning of the end of the year and the end of my 50s
at fault
my husband's sobriety ended our marriage; i'm as much to blame as he is
in bloom
on hydrangeas and life
spirit of 76
i once believed in liberty and justice for all. that's all gone now
love, in itself
trying to figure out what love is, or was, or should be
about nothing and everything
i'm having a hard time articulating, but wanted to give you a newsletter regardless
walk on the ocean
depression and the will to live
rejuvenation
a weekend in rhode island was just what I needed
take a picture
buying my way out of the doldrums
these weeds have grown
a patio, a shattered table, and some weeds propel me forward
sometimes i feel
doom scrolling and anger and people who just don't care
they don't care
it has happened again
the perks of being alone
i am finally finding single life to my liking
world of two
when a relationship ends, an entire world disappears
america, we have a problem
writing about it without writing about it
summer is
reminiscing about what summer meant to me; promising to relive those days
60
as my milestone birthday approaches, i think about what i'm leaving behind
don't pee in the millennium falcon
lessons learned
the morning after
reacting to last night's news with anger and helplessness
weighing in
i have a food problem, but it's a me problem
in my time of dying
coming to terms with the fact that forever isn't real
on forgetting
in which i try my hand at advice
what we owe our children
everything, really
spring has not sprung
a delayed spring is a prolonged winter, and prolonged depression
overboard
dreams and nightmares and abandonment
twitter as gathering place
i've needed to be among friends, and twitter has given me that
passion project
a lost passion for photography, hopefully renewed