2002: New Orleans My first AWP was a road trip with other cream city review editors from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee’s Creative Writing Program. We rented an entire house in New Orleans […]
All I can do is keep the memories of my blossoming years in my heart, and hope for a return of summer.
gods, monsters, and dreams you don’t have to believe in 1. There are only 5 stages of grief, and they’re linear. Nope. Actually, the original describer of those stages, Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, came […]
Nominate her. That’s it. Just nominate Nikki Haley as your Republican Party candidate for president, and I’ll vote for her. You have my word. Why would I vote for Nikki Haley over Joe Biden? Because […]
We were exploring the old Spanish Quarter in St. Augustine when it happened. We had just stepped out of a quaint clothing shop and back into the Florida sunshine when my cell […]
After the experience we had traveling through Europe with teenagers, it’s probably a wonder I ever left my house with them again. But I did . . .
For the past twenty-five years, my mother has been manifesting her dream to build a Christmas wonderland farm. On five acres on the outskirts of Dallas, just across the Fannin County line, […]
So it shouldn’t have been a surprise to me when my younger child told me off in the middle of the Vatican. But it was.
The third most popular Google search this year is, what should I watch on TV tonight? So many possibilities are available on streaming sites, it’s difficult for a woman to make up […]
If this trip was a song, the verses would have been the daily experiences and the chorus would have been “I could have spent far more time there, and I was sad to have to leave.”
The Gloria Sirens 