I don’t mean to sound like the Me and Mrs Jones song But me and my writer-friend Have this thing going on. We have been meeting at the same cafe on Friday around 10am to discuss our writing. We talk about our projects pains pleasures and our passion for writing. We talk…
I submitted my second manuscript to my agent, bought a house, and spent one month in Italy with my family. It was easy adjusting to the pace of life there, maneuvering the language is a story for another time. While I captured a few photos, there were moments that could not fit into the frame…
I facetimed my 83-year-old BFF this week. It took her a couple of minutes to focus her camera, and while she was doing so, she said, “Don't hang up, Kiddo -- I’m going to figure this thing out.” I settled on my couch and waited for the shaking to stop and her face to pop…
We drove ten hours to visit friends in the mountains.The first night, within the first three hours, the subject of white privilege created rapids between us.Our opposing stance ripped us apart --rocks, cliffs, and rough waters divided us.We were far apart -- on the cliffs, falling, hitting our heads against rocks…
In just a few minutes, Barbara prepares a daily feast — and she is her guest.
We chose Panama City Beach the way one would if they were to spin a globe, stop it suddenly, and select the first place whose letters were no longer a blur. We rolled the words around our mouths, considered the price we wanted to pay, and searched for vacation properties. For weeks, we sent ideas…