“When you become a parent, you might as well just open a vein.” I’ve long forgotten who said that to me, but as a mother, I immediately understood. Parenthood abruptly catapults one into the realization of how many ways you can fail at protecting your child from life’s randomness. Before you, at all times, ...
When I joined my DNA with my husband’s, there were many unanswered questions. Would my recessive blonde genes triumph over his green eyes and dark hair? Would our kids inherit his more mathematical and logical mind? Would his laid back attitude trump my more tightly wired list-making one? No matter. Those were all things we had ...
These are some of the things I know to be true about my mother-in law: She believed without a doubt that her four sons were perfect. And even if they weren’t, she never said otherwise in public. She taught me to set up the coffee maker in the evening so all you had to do was push a button in the morning. The definition of a ...
It’s summer time. And that means I’m going to be just a little bit quiet for the next eight weeks. It’s time to finish this next novel that’s dragged on like a bad cold for the past two years. The book tour in the fall and then on the road again in the first of the year- the joy of this paperback release were amazing ...
There’s a butterfly scar on my left knee that I refer to as my war injury. It’s the legacy of a spectacular crash into a metal telephone pole support, while riding what my sisters and I fondly called “The War Bike.” The War Bike had been my mother’s childhood transportation in the years following World ...