Forget what I said

I miss you every day, but after this week’s devastation most of all. If there was one person who could have made this feel better and less hopeless, it would have been you.

Behind the draped mirror

This week I am mourning the death of someone. It was unexpected and shocking, happening in a way I would have never imagined possible. It feels premature, as I thought I’d know this person [...]

Happy 200!

This is my 200th post on this blog!  Woo-hoo!  Cause for celebration.  I have been writing consistently just about my whole life.  And, yet, this blog is special. Before I learned how to write, [...]

Notes from heaven

When I was small, I was religious in the simple, heart-felt way only a child can be. People told me things and I steadfastly believed them. I used the stories I heard as the backdrop for my games [...]

I write because

I often find myself frustrated that I don’t write more.  Words swirl inside my head constantly, wanting to be written down, stories, plots, insights, ideas.  I’m sure they’re [...]

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And what

Okay, last sappy post for tonight. Or hopefully forever. It’s a hard week, y’all. Give me a little leeway. Sitting on my hands this last time is the hardest thing. —- Sweet one, [...]

Desamparada

Writing is a struggle against silence. Carlos Fuentes It is a rare moment when words are not a sufficient container for me to pack in the things I’m feeling. Words are in my marrow. When I [...]

Guess what girls!

There I was, texting with a new guy from Match. It was going so well. We’d quickly graduated from messages on the website to an hours-long text conversation about love, trying again, [...]

The next big thing

Welcome, OneFourKidLit readers and everyone following the chain of posts from YA authors who are publishing their debut novels in 2014. My debut is The Secret Side of Empty, about life as an [...]

Bye bye Blackberry

I was at a conference I helped organize ten years ago when I spotted my first Blackberry. One of the attendees- a wealthy woman ahead of the curve on many things material – was using it to [...]

Blurred Lines

Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines is an insanely catchy song that could wake me up from a coma. Blasting on my iPhone on a sunny morning in the new local park when I’m doing my 5K [...]

An NYC morning

Now that I have my new iPhone with a working camera, you’ll have to suffer through some photojournalism until I get it out of my system. I bellyache a lot about my commute but I work in a [...]

A blue streak

Somewhere along the way, I went from “too young” for things to “too old” for them.  In my twenties, I was like a colt getting my legs under me, too young and bewildered to [...]

Losing speed

I bailed on speed dating this weekend.  Allegedly (and I say allegedly because this is story that I told myself, but I don’t believe for one minute) it was because I was knee-deep in the [...]

Odds and Ends

I’m feeling too scattered to write one cohesive piece (if, in fact, we agree that my pieces are usually cohesive).  Yet I’m feeling guilty that things are so crazy busy that [...]