I’ve been on the hunt for four-leaf clovers for years. Going back to when I was a kid growing up at 204, throughout all the various phases, ages and stages of my peculiar life,...
Nine years ago I wrote the first Girl Warrior post called We Are The Girl Warriors. It was dedicated it to all the cherished women in my life. It was equal parts love letter and...
On the last day of work before the agency dispersed to work at our respective homes, I hugged a girl. I’m not really a big huggy person, except with my family. And even then,...
Hey Toby, Remember me And when We first met It’s been A lifetime or two Since then Memories recede For some But I Remember you Vividly It was the Summer of ‘74 Nixon...
I’m a seeker. Especially at Christmas time. I search for perfect gifts for everyone on my list. Ones filled with wow and wonder. I comb second hand stores for delicate...
Chapter 1. Pasta and Salad They were back to back cooking Friday night dinner. The usual. Pasta and salad. He asked her what she was thinking. She told him the truth. He changed...
Several years ago I made a conscious decision to grow. Not a garden full of tomatoes, or my bank account, or my hair. The focus has been on one very specific muscle, which really...
Once upon a time in a land far away, I was a teenage girl who got pregnant. I was deeply head-over-heels in crazy love, still living at home with my parents in a small redneck...
When I was twenty it was hard to imagine being old. I don’t mean growing old because the word “growing” implies that there is some sort of process or action taking place....
