Back in the day, my mother told me a slew of lies, but none worried me so much as the lie I divulge in Chapter 65 of my memoir, The Girl with the Black and Blue Doll. Chapter Sixty-Five Fertilized Eggs When I reflect on Kristen and the Saturday night dances, I remember that not […]
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The Reveal, May 8, 2022
The long story short is that in 2013, I began writing my coming-of-age memoir, THE GIRL WITH THE BLACK AND BLUE DOLL, covering events from age 3 through 21. For the past eight years, I’ve hidden my secret life—my memoir writing life—from my three younger siblings. I had no way of knowing what their response […]
Frank McCourt was my Inspiration
About once a year, I do a Google search for Noah Adams’ NPR interview with Frank McCourt so I can hear McCourt’s lovely Irish voice and once again, be inspired. Why was is Frank McCourt my inspiration? Because it was after hearing NPR’s 2009 interview with Frank McCourt, that I knew I wanted to write my […]
Christmases Past
Following is a chapter from my—as yet unpublished—memoir, THE GIRL WITH THE BLACK AND BLUE DOLL. At this time of year, I think we all are drawn back to memories of Christmases Past. Chapter Thirty-Three One Christmas Morning In contrast to the festivities at Mémère’s cottage, Christmas was pretty much nonexistent downstairs at Babci and […]
Veterans Day 2021
It’s Veterans Day, the federal holiday in the United States observed annually on November 11, to honor the military men and women who served in the United States Armed Forces. I’ve been sitting here for 30 minutes, trying to find the words to begin. I’ve decided to share a radio script I wrote and recorded […]
The Peace Train
Yesterday, in honor of International Peace Day, Yosef/Cat Stevens and Playing for Change, assembled a cast of musicians and singers from around the world. If you haven’t watched it yet, prepare to be moved with Love and Hope. International Peace Day – Peace Train 2021
Time and Distance
It’s been a long summer of hot weather and hot heads. Hot tomatoes in the garden. Hot, crispy lawns that are fighting back to go green again. And now, 9/11. I almost feel embarrassed to post my trivial experiences from that day and the days following, but it’s like the Kennedy Assassination. We know where […]
Night Falls
I confess. I love to read in the hot tub after dark. I put my Kindle in a quart-size zip lock bag, lie back, and rest my “Kindle bag” on one of those inflatable bathtub pillows. Not jets, no light. All I want is the sky and the sounds of the night. I read as […]
RIP Mummy Mother Mom
Mummy died yesterday on Easter afternoon. Perhaps it’s somewhat symbolic given the nature of the holy day. Most might say she “passed away,” but I have no issue with directness. “Died” is direct. Flowers die. Trees die. They wither as their cells cease to receive nourishment from the earth and rain. “Passed away” has religious […]