Accent The whispers of my childhood woods and the hills redundantly green cast a blade-sharp curse on my tongue— the…
Three months later, I wearily pulled into a motor lodge somewhere in Pennsylvania. I don’t remember the name of the…
I’ve had some fun texts, pictures, and social media posts from people who’ve bought my book. It’s exciting to see…
1997 My sandals squeaked in the soft sand as I made my way across the beach toward the water-skiing cove.…
Christmas, 1982 To Kristin – A wonderful Christmas story by a great poet. Love, Mother and Dad Oh, to read…
To Kristin with all our love Merry Christmas! 1981 Before writing about A Light in the Attic, given to me…
Unloved I grew up sensing other people’s emotions. With no words spoken, I could feel whether they wanted me around…
Introduction I am an adult daughter of an alcoholic. I have learned that this is a thing. In fact, there…
Chapter 3 Oil and Lemon The month-old van’s electrical problems might have had something to do with the interior reconstruction…
Chapter 2 The Sportsmobile In August of 1963, just eight weeks after they met, the couple got married at the…