Our Oldest Form of Communication Is Rewriting Reality I’ve been a storyteller for as long as I can remember. I used to come to breakfast and recount elaborate adventures I’d had during the night with my stuffed dog, Checkers. The purpose of these tales was to garner my mother’s attention, a precious commodity given mainly … Continue reading Storytelling is Truth, Tweaked
I’m no longer, and will never again be my kids’ demigod... I wanted kids for as long as I can remember. Have 2. Adopt 1. I was absolutely sure I could raise them better than my mom [and dad]. I’d give them ground instead of ripping it away with critical judgments. I’d show my love … Continue reading Empty-Nesting IRL
What it means to be a 'successful' writer... There are bookstores around the country that will put an author on a bestsellers list if the store decides to carry their book, regardless of sales. One of these was Rakeshaw Books in Danville, CA. I’d finished my first novel, REVERB, and got a small publisher to pick it up, … Continue reading Writing for a Living
