
Swing Me Around
“Janet, stop jumping around and doing cartwheels in the house.” That was my dad, his temper often intensified by the hangovers and headaches that regularly
“Janet, stop jumping around and doing cartwheels in the house.” That was my dad, his temper often intensified by the hangovers and headaches that regularly
At this time in 1978, just two years in advance of what will be the hottest summer on record, I was in the hospital, laboring
This is a pubic service announcement about grief. If anything in this world is true, it’s the reality of grief and that it’s a part
I cook as an outlet these days. The process appeals to me, because although I am past the time of babies and teens, my time is still
Just like everyone else in the summer, I’ve done a bit of movie watching. Because I never know what the movie is about or how