When the Wild Things Go

My son, Brian, is moving out on Sunday. He is an adult, setting out on the journey that will be his life. He is going to Nashville, Tennessee, where he will begin the MNPD Academy on October 16.  He is going where I cannot go, where I have never been. Be well, my son, and…

Old Dog, New Tricks

One of the things I love about my sons as adults is that they are now the teachers, and I truly enjoy learning from them. Currently my younger son is teaching me about alternative rock, and I’m loving it. Context: I’m working on a new book with a working title of “Maisie’s List.” The protagonist is…

Legacy

I am a firm believer in making the most of each moment of your life. Being a person who spends a lot of time in imaginary worlds, this is a trait I work on consciously with varying degrees of success. I said I believe it. I didn’t say I was good at it. Anyway, I…

Jane

“My mom’s name is Jane.  She is 81 years old, and she is failing.” I wrote that five months ago. July, 2016. It is January 2017, and I should have known better. My mom is a survivor. My son said, “Stop calling us home to say goodbye, and then the people don’t die.” When I…