Sunday, October 13, 2013. In my last post I created a couple of simple surveys listing elements in both fiction and non-fiction writing that most writers must deal with at some point. Some of these we feel comfortable about. Others we dread like the plague. We may even go out of our way to avoid them. An example for me is writing sex scenes. I feel silly writing them.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014. My Writing Process - Blog Tour. What that meant until the past year or two. This week proved no exception. So much writing, so little time.

Narrating a life, piece by piece. December 31, 2016 4 Comments. Children with sparklers illumine the night, a dozen. Children with a dozen sparklers racing in circles. Around the old well boarded up like a swimming. Float in the middle of the field. They spin and careen,. A crazy constellation of legs and laughter and shooting.

The Second Day of School. I know it is with me. He absolutely loved his first day of school. His future never seemed brighter. Much has been written about the impact of that day. I spent most of it grieving for t.

8230;figuring it out on the daily. About This Single Mom So Far. I really want to say that we blinked and somehow here we are again, catapulted a year later into this moment without any solid remembrance of how we got here. Good Night, Good Night, Construction Site. How did I get so lucky that you picked me to share this life with? March 31, 2016.

com site in all the land! Seal, I Feel. A harbor seal swims with just his big black eyes above the surface. I watched him descend for short spurts. He must be so relaxed. Today I actually bragged to my class of 5th grade readers.

Why are you awesome? Posted by Molly Robbins. They are standing in a circle. I now see my stude.

She crouches in owl pose on the dog eaten bookcase, next to the window overlooking the driveway, little feet perched among soccer cleats and shin guards. I pause as I pass by. She wraps her arms around my neck, tightly, too tightly and plants small seedlike kisses all around my cheeks. Sometimes her little chin trembles and her eyes well up, which I hate because our eyes are mirrors. This last one prompted the opportunity to wear her pink pliable plastic heart.