In case you hadn’t noticed, it’s been almost a month since my last post. My unplanned break from blogging began when our boys were on winter break. Initially I blamed the fact that I had less time to myself, less of the quiet I need when I write, and less[Read more]
I’m not always productive (yes, even I spend my day rearranging deck chairs, from time to time). But yesterday was one of those days when one project required I complete another project, and then those two projects required the reallocation of space, and that snowballed into our reorganizing three out[Read more]
I knew I’d have to cut back on my blog posts during April, but has it really been a month since I last wrote? Sure, I wore a few more hats than usual – a short-term job, weekly travel, some voiceover work and lots of writing – but I figured[Read more]
I’m something of a backwards blogger. I have lots of ideas for what I want to write about, but find it hard to focus my writing until I have an image to accompany a post. The image shapes my story – both literally and figuratively. Because I hate ragged lines,[Read more]
Tonight, my emotions taste like mint chocolate chip ice cream. Everyone’s asleep, so only you and I know I had that second helping. And you’re not here to judge, right? Speaking of which, I’m curious: why are you here? I’m having something of an identity crisis. I know what I[Read more]
My first job, after college, was working at a radio station in Cape Girardeau – a small, “river city” in the boot heel of Missouri, about a half hour drive from my parents’ home in southern Illinois. I worked the afternoon drive (2 – 7 pm) and my mother would[Read more]