Memories

Memories of Past March Madnesses

I sit here looking at my bracket chart, unable to begin the process of seeing how soon said bracket will be busted by a team I never considered. I've read what the bracketologists have said. None really know, since the games haven't been played yet. I love college...

An Open Letter To My Father

Let me start by saying I never celebrated Father's Day. I never bought a card, picked out a terrible tie or a pair of socks, or visited the man who was my father. Why? Because I never knew him. My father was married to my mother for about two years, during which time...

Getting Started

As a writer, I'm often asked where do I find my ideas? How do I get started? I start with two words: What if. I find this works with everything I write, whether it's a short story, a novella, or a novel. Take my Mad Max series as a starter. In Max 1, Unintended...

The Keepers of the Box

Every family has a keeper of the box. It's often the eldest child, or the only girl, or the one interested in genealogy. The box can be literal or figurative, but there is always a box. My husband and I are both only children. The boxes handed down to us from our...