The plan for today

I keep a daily journal filled with stream of conscious writing -- three pages every morning (or afternoon ... sometimes right before I go to bed when my day gets away from me). It's a practice called Morning Pages from Julia Cameron's The Artist Way. I've been doing it for nearly 25 years, the same... Continue Reading →

A Daily Practice

We are vacationing on 30A this week -- a 24-mile stretch of highway along the Florida panhandle that starts just east of Destin. The first time we came down here, our daughter was two and we stayed at the same condo complex where we're staying this week. She's 15 now, almost 16. This has become... Continue Reading →

Time to start again

The last time I blogged was April 2. 2018 -- more than a year ago. One year, five months and 29 days to be exact. That is a long time not doing something I profess to love. Writing is my thing. It's how I make a living. It's how I hope to one day make... Continue Reading →

Happy Easter! Smoke ’em if you got ’em

Here's a short story about my grandmother, Juanita, who I loved dearly. And Lent. For most of her life, my grandmother smoked Virginia Slims. She started smoking as a teenager. When I was pregnant with my first child, she told me her doctor had advised her to smoke more during both of her pregnancies. "He... Continue Reading →

If I still drank

If I still drank, I would have last night. There was nothing noticeably different yesterday from all my other days. I woke in the morning and helped my husband get our second grader ready for school - my husband fixed our son's breakfast while I laid out his clothes and made sure he had a... Continue Reading →

I’m a loner Dottie, a rebel

Tomorrow, I will attempt to finish my second ever half marathon. I'm signed up to run the Holy Half - a 13.1 mile stretch that includes two laps around Notre Dame's campus. I feel confident enough - I've done my training. I've got plenty of layers for the cold, and my usual pre-run breakfast -... Continue Reading →

500 words solely meant to make me feel good

Twitter is nothing but gloom and doom tonight. Our current president is tearing down shit like he's stripping wallpaper. I don't know what to do so I'm making a list meant to: 1.) Make me feel better, and 2.) Meet my 500-words-per-day goal. Fair warning, this list is going to keep going until I see... Continue Reading →

Even my dog can barely sleep

Tonight is the worst my anxiety has been since the immediate days after the election. For a while, I was able to push it down, breath through it, ignore it. I put off my fear because Trump wasn’t actually in office yet, but now – four days in - and there is nothing that comes... Continue Reading →

I have a teenager. I have a teenager. I have a teenager.

It’s a weird thing, being a parent to a teenager. I was a teenager once. I was such a teenager. I had a poster of Michael Jackson on my closet door and Beastie Boys’ License to Ill and Paul’s Boutique tapes in my dual-cassette record player. I had a phone in my bedroom with a... Continue Reading →


This weekend I took the kids to see Hidden Figures. Today, my eight-year-old son said he told his teacher he really liked the movie because it was about three important things: African American rights, women's rights, and the space race. "And it was about science and math which are really important too," he told me.... Continue Reading →

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