Minding My Peas

As children, we expect adulthood to be an attainable moment that we simply arrive at, and then life begins. I certainly expected that I would feel like a real adult when I turned 18. And when that failed, supposed 21 might be the magic moment. But the reality is that…

They come to me when I’m in the middle of packing for our camping trip. Close-cropped brown hair and bobbed sandy brown above chocolate eyes and gray-brown galaxy eyes. Wide chocolate eyes and sparkling galaxy eyes above radiant smiles. “Want to take a walk Mama? Want to go to the…

Writing is something I have always done. I’ve always loved it, whether I’ve been writing mostly terrible fiction, or muddling my way through prose, or attempting children’s books. I still want to write. My mind is busy with half-glimpsed projects, and images that demand capture. I have never felt both…