An acquaintance once accused me of being "delusional" because of my religious convictions. They didn't mesh with his beliefs, therefore I was wrong. But as I thought about all that I believed, I realized it gave me immense comfort and hope. Without that, I'd crumble and die. So here's my philosophy: Perhaps what I believe is … Continue reading Book 5 Teaser–I take comfort in my delusions!
Have you ever noticed mothers are not the main character . . . in anything? Try this: name every Disney movie where the mother is absent and/or dead. Are you done yet? There’s a lot, isn’t there? And when a mother is present in a book/movie, what’s her role? Supporting. Try this: name a book … Continue reading Why aren’t mothers the main protagonists of books or movies?
Here's a riveting excerpt, from the baddest book you don't want to miss: His name was the Concludinator. He came from some distant place that really wasn’t a distant place but more like a distant time and reality, but really from there. No one liked him, because he made dead people. First they were alive. … Continue reading The Concludinator: can’t really fight him–A Really Bad Book
I won't tell you how I know this is an apt metaphor.
My four-year-old is my youngest of nine children. You’d think that after 25 years of being a mom, I’d be an expert, but you’re never an expert, I’ve decided. Especially when it comes to potty-training. With our first child, I took the excellent advice to “not rush it.” This was the early 90s when having … Continue reading Parenthood, summed up in one horrible bathroom incident
Following the notion someone once expressed to me that since it takes only about three days to read a book, it should take about that long to write one, I did. Here is the result. Full of action, intrigue, aliens, a desperate princess, a lonely shoe repairer, and the obligatory wizard, there's something for … Continue reading A Really Bad Book
When I was asked to be a “responder” for a writers and artists fest our school district hosts each year at the university, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. My daughter had participated when she was in middle school, spending five agonizing minutes reading her writing in front of two “responders,” several peers, and … Continue reading Hoarding your praise doesn’t make it more valuable
For seventeen years I taught writing to college freshmen and high school seniors. Watching who thought swearing was mature, or cool, or the way of the world, was always fascinating. Without fail, those who swore were the most insecure and desperate to prove something. One semester I was asked to teach the automotive repair students … Continue reading Book 5 Teaser–the manly art of swearing