Birth Day

Today would have been Noah's 24th birthday. To note the occasion I'm posting a short piece from my memoir about the day he was born. Birth Day “Hello Love.” Noah blinked his dark eyes. I’d planned to say “Hello Love” for months. I wanted my first words to him to be memorable. They would become part of a story to tell him as he grew up.  While pregnant, I daydreamed that on his birthday...

My Revisionist History

As much as I hate getting rid of the good stuff I've written, I've found revising and rewriting to be a satisfying experience. One of the most pleasant aspects of the work is revisiting older pieces of writing--pieces that were written a year or more ago. I'm sometimes surprised at how much I like them. I also can see where they are lacking detail, dialogue or logical sequence. I also find...