The seeds were planted

The seeds were planted

This may be the most difficult writing of the whole experience. Bear with me and read to the end if you can. In June, 1986, I was 13 and moved to Arkansas because my biological mom, Sheila, had been begging Aunt Mary & Uncle Jim for 2 years to allow me to at...
An evening with Lizz

An evening with Lizz

The last post was getting ridiculously long, so for the evening adventure, I began again. I met Lizz Porter, last year at BlogHer and continued our friendship at Type A Conference. Her bio says, “Heh. The short version. Thing number one, I’m tall....
Golden Gate Park

Golden Gate Park

San Francisco, Tour of Golden Gate Park When Sami was in 10th grade, one day on our way home from school, she was telling me story after story of her day.  She said, Mom, I’m sorry I talk so much after school.  I said, Honey, I live to hear every little detail...
Stop the flashbacks

Stop the flashbacks

To take from social media, Thursdays I will throw back to the Life Writing class writing.  It’s often very raw and it’s completely unedited. 1/2/2009 When will the flashbacks stop? Two boys, one 11, the other 9, the girl, 14. Between them the bag of flour...
Adventures in Sailing

Adventures in Sailing

Tuesday I get a call from the OCSC sailing club that I was the only person that signed up for a lesson so they were cancelling my lesson. I managed not to cry while I explained that I was flying in 3 days early and paying for 2 extra days of hotel, just to go on this...