Traditions that bind us together

Traditions that bind us together

While Nov. 1 is midway between the official beginning and ending of fall here in the U.S., it always seems to usher in a new season for me – one filled with lots of cooking, baking, crocheting and breaking out the sweaters. Following the habit Mom instilled in me...
Birthing a story

Birthing a story

Stories can be born in a million ways, but it helps to have a spark and a deadline. My latest published story, “Goat Mountain,” was sparked by a listing in an author’s magazine about a new anthology, Anthropomorphic Regalements, that was seeking folktales starring...
Live Out Love

Live Out Love

The world can be a scary placeWith things we’ll never understand.That’s when hatred will take commandUnless we give love the upper hand. That’s part of a poem I wrote for my first grandchild. While most of the poem was written shortly after Izzy was born...
Paying the price: Class of 2020

Paying the price: Class of 2020

There’s a current Facebook activity in the U.S. in which people are posting their senior pictures from high school in a show of solidarity for the #ClassOf2020. When I dug through my old photos to find my senior picture, I was flooded with memories from my last year...