I'm likely to catch hell for this post, but I don't care. I've written passionately about rape, bullying, drug...
Betsy Ashton
Who Can You Believe?
That's the primary question Clifford Garstang asks in his latest novel, OLIVER'S TRAVELS. I'm a long-time fan of his...
Staying True To My Roots
No, I don't mean the color of my hair. It's silver-white by nature. What I mean is I can't and won't walk away from...
‘Twas the Night Before Deadline
I run this poem every year in honor of all my writer peeps out there. with apologies to CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE...
Eating with a Stranger
Have you ever eaten with a stranger? Not just someone you don't know well, but someone you've never seen before? If...
HAPPY THANKSGIVING
A Letter To My Daughters
Dear Daughters, I am a woman with no children of my own. I am a universal mother of children born to other mothers. I...
Raising Ben
No one would say I'm a poet. I'm not, but occasionally I write something that goes beyond my standard doggerel. I'm...
Wait! You’re A Writer?
All of us who write get a series of questions, most of which are asked out of curiosity, a few out of envy, and even...
The Power of We
It's such a tiny word. We. W and E. And yet, it's such a powerful concept. It's the power of more than one doing...
My Little Secret
Do you remember the cheesy games we used to have to play? Those ice breakers at camp, corporate retreats, training...
First Days of School
Certain times of the year are causes for nostalgic thoughts. Fall is one of those special times, when one thing ends...