I’m not a writer. I’m a storyteller. When I write, I don’t think about the mechanics of it all. To this day I can’t diagram a sentence or explain passive voice even if you wanted me to. For me, it’s getting the story out of my brain and onto the page. Thinking gets shoved into a corner in favor of… Read More

I have a confession to make about me and Deb. I don’t think she will mind me sharing our secret little passion. And no…this isn’t a belated April Fool’s joke. It is a true passion that neither of us can really live without. If we go too long without it, we go through withdrawal and begin to feel stale, bored and a… Read More

Paint me a memory Vivid colors on my mind Of moments spent together Of laughter and good times Paint me a memory Of family gathered round Dinner menu parties Traditions set in stone Paint me a memory So bright, so clear So true, that when the last child has left and grown, I’ll still remember you. On Sunday, our family… Read More