Off the Beaten Path

Sometimes the most direct way isn’t always the best. This can be said for road trips, writing, and life. By changing one thing, taking one detour, or making one decision over another can greatly impact the outcome. And most of the time for the better. On our Texas family vacation last summer, we traveled from Austin to San Antonio. Taking the highway would have gotten us to our destination sooner but straying off the beaten path led us to sample some of the best BBQ in Texas. We also got to experience the small-town atmosphere we would have never seen had we not been pulled by the allure of trying a Texas staple.

Be True to Yourself

2018. It’s a new year. A new year filled with promise. A new year filled with hopes and dreams. A new year where you have the chance to say, this year will be different.

Bucket List

Bucket List

I recently watched The Bucket List, starring Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman. I found the movie interesting, as it dealt with two terminally ill men who create a bucket list of things to do before they die. Simultaneously humorous and sad, the plot raised a question to my writer mind.

Spring Cleaning

It’s that time of year again, the time of renewal, rebirth, warmer weather. Spring. Flowers bloom, trees bud, birds build their nests and, of course, the always dreaded-spring cleaning.

Happy New Year!

When I was a child, I could never understand why my parents said that time passed quicker as they aged. My mind couldn’t comprehend anything but 60 seconds was a minute-60 minutes were in an hour-24 hours were in a day-365 days were in a year. Time was measured as equal. An absolute.

The Colors of Fall

Fall I love the season. What’s not to love about it? The kids are back in school and the weather has fallen to under 100 degrees. Being from the Midwest, a lot of people ask me if I miss the fall? Good question. Hmmm.

Back to School

It's that time of year again. Kids are back in school. Unlike past years though, I did not accompany my youngest to school on her first day, she went on the bus. This made me sad because a tradition had come to an end. Not by her choosing, but by mine. The time had come to let her fly on her own, navigate the new middle school campus with the help of others, instead of relying on her mother.

Sagging Middles

Okay, I'm depressed. You know, that mind numbing depression you face when you stare at that manuscript after you've ditched yet another pair of too-tight pants that are now lying in a pile on the floor. Finally I realize that I've hit that road bump of mid-life, and in a writer's life, I have a sagging middle. How did this happen?

I is for Iron

I is for Iron, R is for Revisions-Nary the two shall meet? I hate to iron. Let me count the ways. Pants, shirts, dresses, skirts, underwear....Underwear? Yes, I've heard people iron their underwear. Don't worry, I'm not one of them. I know, TMI, but how many writers do you know that haven't exposed a piece of themselves for the betterment of a story?

Creepy Crawlies

It was a dark and stormy night... Okay, so it wasn't exactly stormy, just a light gusty breeze, but it was dark and late. Finally, after a thirty minute commute from my local chapter meeting, I pulled into my garage, a little road weary and at the same time overjoyed I actually made it back to watch the late news on television.

Drum Lessons

Commit me. I must be certifiable. We just allowed our eight-year-old son to buy a used drum set from our neighbors. As if there wasn't enough noise in my house to begin with between the big screen television with surround sound, two kids, three cats, and one hamster.

School Daze

Okay. I admit it. I'm one of those parents the teachers hate so much. Why? Because I'm the one dancing in the hallways on the first day of school. Yes! Arms pumping into the air here. I'm the one singing school's back in's back forever...

Wandering Away

I sit watching my daughter’s ballet class, I marvel at the patience of the teacher trying her best to corral a bunch of high-energy, enthusiastic 4 and 5 year olds into some semblance of order.

Hidden Eyes

The other day, I drove my two darling kids from another eventful trip to the grocery store. You know the kind of driving experience that ranks up there with a root canal. From the "Mommy, Shane hit me.", to "No way, Emily hit me first." To the most popular, "Shane won't quit looking at me.", followed by "Well, Emily spit at me".