women's fiction writer | educator | blogger
I still remember sitting at the dining room table with my family one night. I can’t remember what we had for dinner, but that my dad was there at the same time we were eating. We’d started the meal when my mom asked, “What do you think about my new doily?” My dad stopped chewing,
I spent the weekend at a dance convention with my daughter. It took place in a hotel where we were staying, and was set up so that the hand’s on necessity of moms was minimal. As a writing mom, this was a heavenly situation. I could take her to a thing where she could develop
There’s been a gap in my blogging. While there have been several things contributing to that (all of which I’ll probably go into in later posts), the bottom line was I got thinking too much about what people would think. Would this hit my target audience? Would my goal to contribute value to the lives
