Sometimes, You Just Have to Flip a Switch
I don’t have a good track record with coops. In Wisconsin, I locked myself in the chicken coop three or four times before I wised up and set a bucket in front of the door, so the door wouldn’t close
The Reluctant Minimalist
My daughters and I moved to Tennessee with a suitcase each. My husband was scheduled to come a week later with the rest of our things, but by the time he arrived, I had already gotten settled and didn’t want
Surviving A Newborn Novel
My best friend called about four days after the birth of my novel, just as she had called after the birth of my daughter seventeen months before. “How are you?” she asked. I had carried my cell phone out on the