This plague has forced parents into a position many of them don’t want to be in: adjuncts to their children’s education. But they are not teachers, not in the sense that trained […]
You May Think You’re Home Schooling Your Kids, But You’re Not
Cherish, Dream, Live
I have been in absolute panic mode now for almost a full week. The health scares in the news are perfectly designed to hit dead-center in the Venn diagram that comprise my […]
Doing the Dishes at 50 or How to Change Your Perspective on the Mundane
My niece is 22 years old. She has Cystic Fibrosis. Ginny’s life has bent towards a timeline. When she was born, CF patients lived until they were 14. When she was 14, the […]
Poetry Chain Letter
I’ve recently been the recipient of a handful of chain email plans, all with one idea: share quotes from poems that have been meaningful, inspiring, or comforting to you. The details of […]
Halloween Spooky Story – Tinnitus
Recently, I had the honor of having a short story I wrote called Tinnitus featured on one of my favorite podcasts, Creepy! I’m going to be providing you with a link here, […]
Is This Love That I’m Feeling?
During Florida’s latest hurricane scare, I downloaded a local news station’s app. Now, every day, on my phone, I get headlines about mass murders, murder-suicides, and violence of all sorts. I do […]
The One You Feed
Once again this weekend the news was full of stories of yet more gun violence taking innocent lives and all I could think was this: anger and fear are winning. People joke […]
Dear Expertina
Expertina responds to questions about life, love, work, and relationships. Readers may submit questions to expertina@yahoo.com. Dear Expertina, For the first time in my life, I feel seriously depressed and enraged due […]
As Notre Dame Burns
I’m writing this as Notre Dame burns. I’m overwhelmed by sadness and stunned by disbelief. I still have gratitude. Everyone has their own stories about Notre Dame. This is mine. The first […]
It’s Dark and I’m Tired and It’s All Daylight Saving Time’s Fault
I’ve been inconvenienced by the world’s concept of working hours since I started school at age four. I had a few blissful years where my daily activities accommodated my night-owl tendencies, but by and large I have gone along with society’s need to start things at what my body naturally feels is a ridiculous time of the morning, and I’ve accommodated. At this point I don’t care whether we stay in standard time or daylight savings time. I just want the time changes to stop.
The Gloria Sirens 