...refreshing to feel the cool air zip through the knitted gaps in my sweater. I peel my windbreaker off, fling it onto the bed and freeze.

Yesterday morning brought disillusionment, but the evening ended with hope. Every step I take gets me closer to my goal.

Today is a burn toast kind of day. It's only eight-thirty a.m. and I already just want to go back under the covers and try again tomorrow.

First blog post publishing on National Author's Day! A mix of family traditions, watching kids grow, and a touch of El Dia de los Muertos.

Royal Palm Literary Award Showcase, interview and Sick Day story.

How did I not see it before? Our lives are beautiful. Our world is beautiful, at least the parts we haven’t destroyed.