Riding on the back of a motorcycle (Write Every Day, 22)

When my husband and I first met at Starbucks over 20 years ago, he was wearing his motorcycle jacket.  Heavy leather, in red and black with thick zipper-treads up the center and at the pockets, it fit him snugly.  I remember thinking how cute he looked and how his blue eyes were like crystal reflections…

Rx: Grab your camera and go! (Write Every Day, 21)

Self-care in these perilous times, they tell us, is critical.  The world — well, the US — seems to be falling apart into a political heap of turds and every day brings us closer to the demise of democracy.  I make it a point to be in the fight, to write and call my reps,…

When the County Fair Surprises You (Write Every Day, 20)

Temps have been hitting well over 100 degrees around here lately, so when they dipped down to the 80’s late yesterday afternoon, my husband and I decided it was time to head to the fair. It would just be the two of us this time, though.  Our girls have grown into busy, independent teens.  The…

The 50-Word Story, A Challenge (Write Every Day 18)

Teaching middle school writers is a balance between getting them started and teaching them to edit.  Some middle schoolers will write on and on forever, if given the time, wanting to write the “Great American Novel.” They will ramble and roll through plot until it is a maze of confusion. Revision is hard; editing down…