What This Writer Learned From Pulling Weeds
Every day, before my toddler’s nap, we walk out to the garden hand in hand. She loves to sniff the tomatoes and pop them off the vines when they are nothing but hard green marbles, barely sprouted from the yellowing flower.
Visiting A Utopian Commune
This weekend, my mother, my best friend, and my seventeen-month-old daughter visited a reconstructed British village nestled in the Tennessee mountains. In 1880, an author named Thomas Hughes founded Rugby as a Utopian society for those who wished to escape
When An Extrovert Becomes An Author . . . (No One Is Safe!)
I’ve heard that most writers are introverts. If this is true, I guess it shouldn’t surprise me that I differ from the norm. I am a people person. I am a people person on steroids. I will give you a hug