We writers who work full-time at non-writing jobs face countless obstacles in our quest for a few hours of peace and quiet. I’ve come to believe that being an English teacher may be one of the worst jobs of all, as my struggle to read and assess stacks of...
My husband and I have slowly replaced all of our loudly ticking wall clocks with silent ones. The announcement of quickly passing seconds was freaking me out. We all have too much to do, between family life, working and chores, not to mention trying to find time to...
Sunday’s paper brought news of one of the first Olympic gold wins in Sochi for the Americans, a victory for snowboarder Sage Kotsenburg. After a self-proclaimed “megadrought” of wins for the 20 year-old, he “kept it weird,” and impressed the judges. Afterwards, he...
Here is how I know for sure that my maker is a woman and one with a wicked sense of humor. Girlfriend saw fit to match me – the wordiest of wordy women – with my mate…surely the most indifferent, heedless, hapless, (okay, I’ll say it) unskilled communicator who ever...
There’s a wind blowing through the countryside here in southern Mexico. Red, orange, yellow, blue, white, purple and pink tissue paper flags flutter from the overhang that covers the patio of the casita where I live. Patterns of doves, flower baskets, sun, moon,...
The writer’s heart must be round. It must see through the obvious. It must have a heart for those who are heartless. A writer’s heart has to beat to the drum of love, even for those who don’t deserve it. A few weeks ago, I dreaded the simple act of waking up because...
