I’d like to buy a vowel, please.

My twenty-one month old son, Oliver, is beginning to talk. He’s been babbling for months, in construction that sounds like…

“We’re all messes.”

I write a word, then a few more, the words become sentences, the sentences paragraphs. Then I stop. I wait…

The brilliant literati Chris Cander invited me to hop on a blog tour all about writing process. Chris is an…

Five days with a sick child, five days of physically wincing as he screamed, five days of holding him close…

I’ve known Robin Williams for so long that I can’t remember a time that I didn’t. Throughout my life, each…

You can feel it. In your hands. Your eyes don’t narrow down into comic-book style slits to catch a word,…

In 2007, I started writing in a vocational sort of way, and I say that because I’ve always written. Of…

I’m the youngest one in the room, but we all want to learn how to write. Some of us are…

Note: I wrote this on January 1, 2014, and have decided to move on from my food blog that is…

I’ve just finished reading Amanda Coplin’s masterful novel “The Orchardist,” which I came to read because a dear friend put…