The white flakes started falling on Sunday, and my teen wondered if the powers might, for once, cancel school on Monday. I had been burned too many times by the forecasters to get my hopes up yet again, but Quinton and I went for a walk in the woods to be sure we didn’t miss it… Read more
2017
I am deep in a new writing project so won’t be writing much of my own today. I just have few thoughts to share from others. A lot is happening in the world, as always. Things are happening in my country that anger and sadden me. Like the practice of standing up for myself and… Read more
I didn’t want to write about this because I am afraid. I am afraid that people I know and care about will think less of me because I went to the Women’s March last Saturday. I’m afraid they’ll be angry or disapprove. But every time I started to think about what to write this week… Read more
“Hi there!” the woman said, and I knew I remembered her. Or I knew I should remember her. My son and I stood staring at her at the YMCA near those tiny lockers with the punch codes. I peered a little more closely, hoping I could pull something from the back of my brain, and then I… Read more
When I read about local history for my books, I sometimes find surprising information about people who once lived here and the places I now see everyday. Not long ago, I was reading Furusato by Ronald E. Magden, a book lent to me by my friend and pastor Karen Yokota Love. Magden writes engaging accounts of… Read more
For this new year, I will be sharing the wonders I find when writing my stories. Even when my own words fall short, I find joy in my discoveries about the world around me. I am still shopping around for a new blog look, but, in the meantime, I wanted to get started with a… Read more