Read to Me

I loved reading my kids bedtime stories.   We snuggled up in Jacob’s bed in his small teddy bear infested room or Sean’s blue nautical bed with Buzz Lightyear peeking over the edge of the toy box and read a story of either boy’s choosing every night.  Sometimes they picked one of my favorites and sometimes…

Bibliography Schmigliography

School lets out for summer in about a month and I still recall my golden days of freedom after the last bell.  Remember that senior thesis paper we all had to write?  Back in 1986, my English teacher, Mrs. Marsland, assigned our class a paper entitled, The Meaning of Success.  We read 3 biographies of…

Old Friends Revisited

My husband doesn’t ever want to see a movie a second time.  If I pop in an old classic, he will walk in the room and declare, “Seen it!” and then go upstairs to play Halo.  Actually, I’m pretty sure he’s not a movie fan at all.  He commonly tells our friends after a night…

Daily Writing

In an attempt to hold myself accountable to writing every day, I recently purchased a book called, The Daily Writer, 366 meditations to cultivate a productive and meaningful writing life by Fred White.  In the spirit of the recent movie Julie and Julia and upon encouragement from my friend Amy, I intend to post the…