Like most of us, I've been doing a lot of reading and writing lately. My most recent book was Heath Hardage...
Betsy Ashton
Musings on Privilege
I used to think that privilege meant you had to have a lot of money, that you had to be born into the "right" level of...
What Unties Us
You read that right. It's not a typo. I've been thinking about how unmoored, how unanchored, how adrift so many of us...
Thinking About Toes
First of all, the word “toes” is a funny one. It rhymes with nose and does. It’s a plural referring to ten digits at...
Summer Memories
Late last year, I shared a short story here called "Toad." Set in the high desert of Southern California, it was the...
Summer Doldrums, Early
I spoke with several close friends about their drive to do something. Since the beginning of June, they've had the...
When Women Writers Get Together
A week-long writers workshop began with a reunion of half a dozen kindred souls, all writers who had attended the...
Worms
You read that right: worms. I woke up this morning thinking about worms. Before I continue, I confess that there is...
Dragons and Funny Interpretations
You all know I'm going through rehab to strengthen the wrist I broke on April 25. It's getting better. I have enough...
“Wait, What?”
A few years back, James Ryan gave a commencement speech at Harvard's College of Education where he advised graduates...
Learning To Be Me
Most of you who know me or who have been following me know I'm independent and stubborn. That's a double...
Honoring Our Mothers
I was going to write a lengthy post about writers and our inquisitive minds. And then I broke my right wrist. I am...