I hate to admit this. It's hard to type, as if the words coming on the screen can't possibly be tru… Read More

 Many of you know that I am currently working on my third manuscript, my first work of fiction.  A few months ago, I sent several chapters to my writing coach for revisions. My mai… Read More

So far, this has been the summer of shingles. Four words that describe shingles? Painful, grumpy, isolated, and yes, electrifying, but not in the good way. When Senia Mae heard of my malady… Read More

Me (r) and my niece, Savannah, doing a Mary Catherine Gallagher skit I will never be ready to have the sex talk with my fifth grader. NEVER. I realize it is important, especially as a f… Read More

Hurricane Zeta made landfall at our house late last night. We live inland, so the catastrophe here wasn’t as devastating as the folks who live right on the coast, but our yard is dense… Read More

Twelve years ago, when Kim and I were still in the planning phase of having a baby, I imagined our volleyball court sized front yard, then mostly hardened patches of red clay with a few spar… Read More

I consider myself a food purist. When I eat grape leaves I want them to be authentic Greek, when I eat shrimp and grits I want it to be Southern home cooking not served up at a Mexican resta… Read More

We had just finished packing up the car, our Grey Traverse stuffed to the rim with dogs, bikes, the kid, and the numerous beach supplies needed for a week's stay in Gulf Shores. I was happy… Read More

"Everybody has a part of them that is perfect," Senia Mae said."Huh?" I asked, a little unsure of exactly what we were talking about."You know, a part that's absolutely perfect. Everyone has… Read More