With Thanksgiving right around the corner now seems like a good time to reflect on things I'm thankful for: Maddy and Anna's test results for H1N1 coming back negative . . . receiving copies of the newspaper in which my poem, The Color of Bones, was...

A few months have come and gone since I created Scribblings, a website devoted to the sharing of journal entries and art work by abuse survivors. I'm going to be adding some writings of my own and  invite my readers to do the same. Please keep in mind...

Yesterday I returned the carpet shampooer I was so excited to buy in October. For awhile it worked okay (though not as well as I'd hoped), and then it went downhill. No sense keeping something that doesn't do the job, I decided. And then it occurred to...

I once wrote a post describing my childhood efforts at becoming a novelist. Even then I had the soul of a writer, hungering as I did for my words to impact the world around me by making a difference in someone's life. I had a voice which needed to be...

7:30 am:  Stumbled into kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Tripped over Midge who was meowing much too loudly for so early in the morning. Shushed her repeatedly all the way into the living room. 7:35 am:  Turned on computer, stared at it idiotically....