The weird thing about having three-and-a-half minutes of fame is that it’s all over so quickly. Also, it doesn’t feel much different than my normal life.<< MORE >>

I’ve been thinking about putting things away on a deeper level, especially since I have a tendency to keep things out in my psyche that create nothing but an unholy mess in my professional life.<< MORE >>

The Key by Jackson Pollock, The Art Institute of Chicago

“I dropped AP Chemistry,” my son, Stephen, said about his senior high school schedule. “And I’m going to take a half year of intro to art and a half year of painting instead!”

Stephen said this with light in his eyes, and I tried, best as ...

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“Goodbye! Goodbye world! Goodbye Grover’s Corners … Mama and Papa. Goodbye to clocks ticking—and my butternut tree! … and Mama’s sunflowers … and food and coffee … and new ironed dresses and hot baths … and sleeping and waking up! Oh earth, you’re too wonderful for anyone to realize you!
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I write a "Simply Living" column for Women2Women Magazine. The following ran in the March/April edition. Perhaps it's best read with a potato peeler in-hand.



There’s a little red pail that sits on my kitchen counter filled with all kinds of disgusting things.

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This is not so much a criticism of merchandisers who are doing what they’re supposed to do, even if they do it quite “vulturistically.” After all, it’s their job to identify trends, develop merchandise, and ride the wave toward keeping them in the black. I get that. Rather, this is a criticism of a consumeristic nation that no longer seems to know how to stand for anything if it doesn’t require them to whip out their credit cards. Our civic engagement has been replaced by one stop shopping. << MORE >>

My laptop is, once again, performing terrorist acts. It’s a suicide bomber of sorts, not only taking itself out every once in a while, but also trying to ruin my family’s many plans for it.

 

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Who am I? Who is anyone, really? Lately, I’ve been thinking about how we define ourselves, particularly in relation to someone else.

 

My husband, Brad, has been out of town this week for a much-needed getaway ...

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There are a few things you should know about my sister, Mary:

 

She looks like Reese Witherspoon. She’s that beautiful. When she walks into a room, it brightens, and people turn just to see the ...

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Jordan went to bed with his pajamas on backwards and inside out last night. There was a spoon under his pillow. A blue crayon carefully placed on his windowsill. A penny taped to his door.

 

Before he went to sleep, he flushed exactly two ice cubes down the toilet and did the crazy dance on his bed, shaking the floor as he boogied. He set his ...

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