My sister-in-law posted this and asked her readers to play along. Since I am a writing-prompt junkie, I readily complied. Here we go: making: Messes and to-do lists and piles
My sister-in-law posted this and asked her readers to play along. Since I am a writing-prompt junkie, I readily complied. Here we go: making: Messes and to-do lists and piles
We are in escrow on a house. (YAY!) Our bank statements got sent to some random dude by our lender by mistake (BOO!). It was our last day in Orange
When we were moving into our new apartment, boxes were exploding all over the house, crumpled paper littered our new carpet and questions were coming from every direction: does this
I felt like I should be wearing sensible, closed-toed heels, a just below-the-knee skirt and a silken kerchief knotted around my neck. It was sunny, clear, perfect: 65 degrees in
I promised myself that this year, 2013, I would write every day for me. I write every day, but it’s usually a blur of editorial notes or marketing copy or
This weekend was bright and warm, an extension of summer. Today dawned cool and misty, and Adam and I stepped outside our front door for a “have a good day,
I’ve been challenged to participate in a memoir-writing exercise, and as you all well know, I love writing prompts so of course I said yes. Of course, these are not
When my friend Megan told me she was pregnant, I let out a “squeeeeeee!” to shame all “squeeeeees”. We were standing in her parents’ kitchen and I guess Adam looked
I hate pretension. Probably most of my vigilant dislike comes from a sense that, given a foot or two of wiggle-room, I could easily become the arrogant, pretentious artist I
(This was stolen from Katie at Cakes, Tea and Dreams because I needed a kick in the tush and a little inspiration this morning. I’d love to hear your answers,