Miss Kowalik had curly salt-and-pepper hair that was beautiful to my eight-year-old eyes. She gave us half-sheets of blue-lined paper, that kind that shredded under the slightest pressure from a … Continue reading Scaring Myself Out Of—and Back Into—Writing
When I was four years old, my mom and I were at the mall. This was a California mall which means that where malls in colder places have roofs between … Continue reading The Big Old Whiny Freakout
Tomorrow I begin my very first ROW80 writing challenge. I am terrified. I’m not “horror film, hysterical screaming” terrified. I’m “trying to find a logical reason not to do the … Continue reading Page Fright
My friend Tucker posted the link to this blog post, Ten Lies, which refers to another blog post by DivineCaroline.com. Both are about the things people say to talk others … Continue reading Cheering On People Bolder Than I
NaNoWriMo Day 22 word count: 40,141 This morning, during our daily “Good Morning” phone call (my husband goes to work before the kids and I wake up), my husband expressed concern … Continue reading We’ve Nothing to Fear but an Overactive Amygdala
Imperfect Happiness 