Are You Guilty of Fuffle?
An acronym my husband came up with a few years ago: FUFfLe. Pronounced "fuffle." It came about one evening while attending a family...
Teaching the Unteachable
So a few weeks back, my son came to me with a daunting task. He had been on the Student Council at his school, and he wanted me to write...
The Pale King is in Full Color
The Pale King is in Full-Color Looking through my Kindle for something to read, I came upon The Pale King by David Foster Wallace. I...
Who Do I Think I Am?
I met a thoughtful young man at our poetry group. He is a college student, and he is a writer. Or an aspiring writer. He writes poetry,...
The Other Mother's Day
Yesterday on Mother's Day, we got a chance to reflect on our mothers, and most importantly, we hold ourselves, as mothers, up to the...
To Be Human
Over the past year, I've been asked to be the keynote speaker, a speaker, or a guest lecturer at various venues including the local...
I've Got Balls
"You've got balls" is a phrase I've heard pretty much my whole life. But I'm reframing it a little to say that 'I've got balls'...as in...
Just A Day
Ironic that the day after I post a blog about TMI, I'm about to get personal. Don't worry, I'm not going to detail my mammogram. Today is...
Hide and Seek
From what are we hiding and what do we seek? I wonder if anyone asks themselves that question before they settle down in front of their...
FICTIONFACTFICTIONFACT
I have argued this before. I don't believe anything is pure fiction. Of course, there's no way to prove this unless you can pin an author...
