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Your small hand reached out to me and my heart jumped. Tiny fingers curled around my thumb, our eyes widened together in the moment. A shared experience. A passing of understanding. Rocking you to sleep and holding you close. You lept off my lap. Chasing your run, I laughed as you rounded the corner and [...]

I was thinking back to my childhood memories and the Christmas that almost wasn’t. I was probably 9 and I remember we didn’t have much money. It was clear that there wasn’t going to be a train or a guitar or any large gifts under the tree. Mom had confided in me that this was [...]

After talking about it for a number of years, I’m involved in another year of NaNoWriMo and writing down the saga of a Foodie truck owner, a hippie shaman, a mobster with a very large hand, a sadistic traffic cop, a cult hiding in a mysterious valley of magnetic sand, and a small town of unknown [...]

Some people swore that the house was haunted. To the ghosts it didn’t seem likely. They bumped into the living without the slightest notice. Sometimes they made a sudden movement to remind each other they were still around. Mostly they slipped themselves into the dreams of the sleeping to illuminate passions, wormed into the buried [...]

I read today that you have a high probability of being followed around by the FBI because they can place a GPS tracker on your car because it is in the street. You have no right to privacy because your car is not locked in your garage on your property. I thought about how this [...]

“It is never a good idea to dismiss out of hand a major social movement.” You can call them crazy and proclaim them as disloyal or lunatics, but that often ends up with you rushing to the escape boats with your tails between your legs (see King George vs. Tea Party 1781).

Growing tired of the Vampire theme. Is it possible for a living, breathing human to have a life worth telling about?

It seems like a lot is happening and their is no control. Spinning around and wondering when the merry-go-round will stop. And then there’s the little hands that seem to slap me as I rush by them. I could really use a brake.

RIP Art Linkletter. A true hero to anyone with a need to say what’s on their mind, and hoping someone will listen. 1912 – 2010.

A young woman in Geogia was stopped by a traffic cop and it turned out that she was an undocumented citizen. Meaning, she had been living in the United States illegally since she was 11. I feel for her. As a parent I make a lot of decisions my kids may later regret. At the [...]

This morning I welcomed a group of elementary school students to the courthouse and nearly all of them had a cell phone. I remember when I was in the 4th grade I was lucky to have two cans and an unbroken string.

To all the moms in the world today who may feel as though they are taken for granted, you are! But we all love and appreciate everything you do, because without you, we’d all be lost, confused and naked. Happy Mother’s Day!