The Art of the Grocery List

Ah, the humble grocery list. I often find scraps of paper in my pockets with scribbled reminders of the food we need. Milk is usually at the top of the list. Also eggs, sausage and bacon for the one meal I make that never changes: Sunday morning breakfast. When I shop without a list, I…

Another “Last”

I am sure I have mentioned before this wisdom shared by a good friend, but I cannot find it, so here it is again. Some “lasts” pass without our awareness. The last time you put your son down and never carry him again because he has grown too big for you to lift, or he…

Another Summer on the Books

For staff, school starts tomorrow. Between my own education, selling college textbooks, raising my children, and being a parapro, I have lived my life on an academic schedule, every single year since I was 5 years old. Think of that. Fifty-six years of summers. Some years have been joyous and productive, some not so much.…

If It Doesn’t Work, Start Over

I sent my critique partner one of my short stories, “During the Ball,” about what happened during Cinderella’s ball (no one falls into “happily ever after” during one dance). Anyway, she said that one of her favorite things about it was how it seemed to have just flowed out of me. She’s right. I sat…