Category: Authors

Sometimes I’m afraid to write. I lie huddled in fetal position on my bed, hoping that something very interesting will pop into my brain. I avoid the computer, even to read emails. I fear that I have already written any interesting thing that may ever come out of me. I fear that someone will realize

Yesterday I turned 35. I’m a day and a half into it, and I have to say, so far it’s great. Let me just tell you this…. Having a birthday when your husband is out of town is a very good idea, giftwise. We are not big gifters at our house. We love presents, but

So Scott left yesterday to be a StormChaser in Houston. He is ahead of Hurricane Ike by a day or two, because after the storm hits, it may be tricky to get in to coastal Texas. He’s gone with a film crew to document the storm and it’s effects, but mainly to film Humanitarian Service

I remember my first crush. I think I was always the girl who noticed boys but, being invisible, was rarely-to-never noticed back. My first crush certainly never noticed me back. Sometimes people say this only to discover, years later, that the beloved harbored secret reciprocal desires. Not so much with me. My first crush was

It’s not that I have a problem with Dr. Seuss. Really, I’m a huge fan. I can quote pages from dozens of his delightful books. I just have an issue with The Cat. My husband adores The Cat. He is, as a man who (on principle) does not read, fluent in The Cat. The Cat

So I’m talking with the very adorable, frizzy-haired, squirrel-keeping inn owner, and he tells me, in his sharp-as-nails Maine accent, that I ought to hike “the mountain”. Then he shows me its photo. Oh, how adorable. Here in this little bay village is an ice-cream-scoop of a hill, covered with trees and topped with some

So SnaggleTooth has come back to live at our house. When that first of the Two Front Teeth comes out and the second scoots over to enjoy the improved real estate, there’s just something freaky about that dangling, flapping tooth in the middle of a mouth. My oldest had it hard when this one was

I think it’s time. I might never tell anyone that this is here. Maybe it will be my own little web secret. But here I go. Let’s blog…