A Letter to My 20-Year-Old Self on my 40th Birthday
Hey Girl, (that’s how we talk now BTW. But we both know slang has never been our strong suit and, spoiler alert, that’s not going to...
What You Need to Know About Your Perfectionist Friend
I’ve been beating myself up for months over something I hard I needed to do. I called myself weak and let the anger and resentment simmer...
The Totaled Eclipse
Music blared while wind blew through my open car windows dragging with it the smell of spring, hope and blue sky. My husband and I had...
He Only Corrects the Good Ones
My senior year in college I was editor of our college newspaper. You know, the old days, when they printed the things on paper. Anyway....
