Artistic gifts are living entities within us.  As we grow and learn, they wrap around our insides, bonding to bone and muscle.  Some of us may have been blessed with more than one gift, but only one will speak the loudest. My gift is storytelling.  The art of weaving ideasContinue Reading

I read the most interesting book today.  It was actually an assignment for my creative writing class, but I found myself drawn into the lessons the author taught.  The book, The DC Comics Guide to Writing Comics by Dennis O’Neil, was extremely informative.  I’ve been writing with purpose for fiveContinue Reading

Writing is my life. My drive. I sit down and the stories pour out of my mind. Sometimes so fast my hand can’t keep up. If life—kids and laundry—didn’t bombard me, I could write a book a month. Well, maybe a month and a half. There are times though, whenContinue Reading

Life is hard. You turn around, thinking you have broken free from the daily trials, but you are right back in the deepest, muckiest mire. Sound familiar?  Welcome to my world. My son has Asperger’s—high-functioning autism. Have you ever bitten into a scrumptious-looking cherry pie, only to have your lipsContinue Reading

I said good-bye to a friend this week. Have you ever known someone who never knew a strange or made everyone feel like a best friend? Whose smile was wide and beautiful : who truly loved life? She loved and was loved by everyone who knew her. I miss myContinue Reading