I am very grateful for the following people’s involvement in writing reviews for my first book, Reg Goes Swimming. This is a public “thank you” to them and acknowledgment of the time they took to read my initial draft, prior to publication, along with acknowledgement of the time they gave to write a review for my …
Oh, hi there! It has been a while since I introduced myself to you all. So glad you are here today. Welcome! I am delighted to have you land here on my website. Pull up a chair, grab a nice hot cup of something delicious and stay awhile. There are a few new readers these …
These past four weeks, I have not cried. Haven’t shed a single tear. Not when presented with missed opportunities, lost experiences (and financial reimbursements), and the monotonous daily grind. Not when discovering that the worst was yet to come. Not when reading heart-breaking accounts and watching soul-ripping moments. Not even when I could not see …
This time of the year, with winter’s melt and spring’s thaw, one has to watch where one steps. The ground is soft, mushy and squalid. Although tempting to wear that bright, new pair of sneakers you ordered off the clearance rack on The Shoe Company website (that cute and airy, light-blue pair of Adidas that …
“Everyone has inside them a piece of good news. The good news is you don’t know how great you can be! How much you can love! What you can accomplish! And what your potential is.” – Anne Frank Can you imagine writing this piece of literary goodness, this lovely gem of hopeful kindness, while …
When September days arrived this past school year, I again faced the reality that I was staring down the homestretch with my precious second oldest. As when my very Oldest was in Grade 12, my only son, it was again, a bittersweet milestone to be reached. I (as mama) was so proud and so grateful …
Speaking of normal parenting things we did last night… We watched home videos, together, on the couch— in an act of complete and utter solidarity. God bless us everyone. ********************************** Providing some context, dear reader. {And we, as amatuer writers these days have been clarifying in these spontaneous blog posts, that emerge out of nowhere …
When I was nine years old, the bottom fell out of our family’s world with one, horrific phone call. The call that changed everything—it came on a December day, just before Christmas. I remember very little about the date—the common, everyday moments leading up to the call. But I will forever have imprinted in my …
For quite some time, I have bemoaned the growing separation of our older children on the Second Level of the House, from the Parents, located on the First. Many tricks have been tried. I have begged and cajoled and lectured and flat-out scolded, with the sole intent of wanting them ‘down here’ to hang out …
One of my first memories is of a bedroom I shared with my sister, next in line. There are five of us in the ‘siblinghood’ now, but at the time, there was only Kris and I. This bedroom, located in a small, sloped-roof home in Westfield, Maine, is forever fixed in my memory as one …
The old elm went deep, stretching twisted sinews ever downward, down through loamy, dark soil. Ever further, always searching. Seeking until finding that which was desired. Penetrating layer upon layer of sandy, coarse matter until the wooden talons finally obtained their probable rest. Reaching over and out toward the far reaches of the property line, …
Resilient. A word fraught with deep meaning and much complexity. For me, it signifies that one is faced with challenge and is able to withstand. It is about weathering the storm. Withstanding the pressure. Rising after the fall. It is how I feel most of the time, if I were being truthful. I often think …
