Category: Writing

This is one of several Christmas stories in my memoir. Noah loved Christmas and we fueled his passion with our own holiday hype. We’re super hall-deckers. There’s not a surface in our house that doesn’t have some piece of Christmas crud on it. Elves on shelves. A manger scene with a menagerie. In the bathroom a rooftop Kleenex box topper with a pulled tissue looks like chimney smoke. A...

Talking about Noah and his death has always been difficult, even as we are closing in on the seven year anniversary. By now, I should be more used to it, but even just thinking about him makes me start to cry and talking about him makes my voice catch. Just the other day Mike and I went to our financial advisor to review our retirement investments. When I met with him (the advisor) for the first...

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...

Last night I completed the final story in my memoir. At least I think it is the final story. When I first wrote Fearless, on the fifth anniversary of Noah's death, I wasn't planning to write a book. I just wanted people to know the story of his death and what it felt like to lose a child. The Rapidian gave me a voice and a platform for that essay. People who read Fearless, especially the students...

Wow. Look at this! My author's website. As the adventure of writing a memoir moves from manuscript to book, this site will host my links and pieces of my project. One day, I believe that it will show the cover of my book and have a list of the libraries and bookstores where the book is being shared or sold and where I'm reading. Until then, I'll be blogging a little bit, sharing my writing...