The Writing Closet

Meals in bed Life is like being on the run from an anonymous Bounty Hunter.  If my family medical history’s a good predictor, my own ...

If we’re being precise, I’ve been a trans-parent (someone with a transgender child) for over thirty years, but I didn’t know that until abo...

My current soon-to-be-turfed work has multiple perspectives, so it’s no surprise I’ve been thinking a lot about the writer’s voice.  On...

Big Nose starts his walk. So let me tell you about the Mad Farmer. Yesterday, when walking the Big Nose, we took the same path as alway...

The Butler (my husband, not the movie) planned to spend August covering his colleagues’ holidays rather than take one himself.  Fine with m...

My mother is a master quilter.  She has the ability to see, in a collection of fabrics, the intricate wee triangles and squares that will c...