Remember when to be considered a senior someone had to be over the age of 65? Then 60? Now, some places consider a person “mature” when they reach the ripe old age of 55. Since we will all get there
In celebration of her recent book release, please enjoy part two of Donna’s guest post as she ponders the creative process. The idea for this story came from a love of a movie and a friend with a great story to share.
When we hear the word love, we conjure up all different images in our minds: Valentine’s Day and boxes of chocolates; June weddings; honeymoon destinations; growing old together; family; home. We all have a different idea of what love is.
I love the coffee mug that says, “Be nice to me, or I will put you in my next book.” But I think an even better one would be, “Wanted: fools that make characters of themselves.” Because we all have
The other day I found the following post on Yahoo Questions: My 13yo firmly believes he is under absolutely no obligation to do anything my wife or I say, and refuses to do anything he doesn’t feel like doing. Suggestions?
I remember, as a child, sitting on a cold, flat boulder, squinting against the sun as it peaked through the leaves above, while writing a story about fairies and magic. Walking barefoot in the dirt, chasing squirrels around tree trunks,
If you’re anything like me, life is rushing past you at supersonic speed, seeming to scatter in all directions like a herd of squirrels. And if you’re anything like me, there is no slowing down in the near future. Despite
Everyone has anxiety. It’s not something we can cure, and we wouldn’t want to if we could. Anxiety, when it kicks in properly, is our natural two-pronged protector reflex. It’s a physical feeling in our body, combined with the thought
Recent occurrences in our world have inspired much contemplation and discussion. Personally, they have caused me to recall a time when, years ago, I associate produced a television program titled What Are We Doing to Our Children? The stress of
His name wasn’t Lucas, the way it is in my novel, Goodbye Forever. His name, he said, was Joshua. I can tell you that because it turned out to be a lie. He stopped by my house one spring morning
I’m pleased to say that I have just returned from a very successful trip back to Upper Lake High School. I was there to speak with the students who had read my revised manuscript, as well as to several other classes that