This was the day I was warned about. Nine years ago, when my six-year-old performed the perfect stroke, her coach yelled across the pool deck. “Get ready to get up early, mom. 300 more words
1 day, 7 hours
A few weeks ago, Cherry and I wandered into a gallery in Fredericksburg, Texas. We expected to find stained glass and pottery. We discovered an Olympian from New Zealand. 262 more words
2 days, 9 hours
Sunday: I look forward to driving Coco to orchestra rehearsal. I get to work on my book at a bakery with great coffee and free WiFi. 250 more words
3 days, 21 hours
Here’s a scene from a story I’m working on. For a short description of the novel, read the post here.
Kemper was too sensitive looking from Gideon’s perspective, too studied. 512 more words
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Here’s the photo of the week. 8 more words
5 days, 19 hours
Yesterday was one of the those days my mama warned me about. The morning started with Bacon summoning me to the kitchen.
“This thing won’t turn.” He pointed to the lower shelf of the Lazy Susan in our corner cabinet. 517 more words
6 days, 7 hours
I went to the bakery to write. I did write. On my phone. It started with a text. It evolved into a spasm of thumbs where I served as the go-between for two others, my daughter, Cherry and our friend, Danny. 341 more words