Yellow Butterfly
Yellow Butterfly From the third-floor French doors I watch a pair of yellow butterflies chase each other around a summer breeze and think to myself, one of them could be…
The Color of Nothing Release Day!
I killed my mother.
That's what I think the next morning when I see her on the floor in the kitchen with a puddle of orange juice floating around her.
The Color of Nothing Coming Soon Part 4
What I hope for the real life Darla is the same thing I hoped for my fictional Darla. That she'd get out of her own way. That she'd stop giving up on herself. Because inside both of them is something special, and I want to see them both succeed.
The Color of Nothing Coming Soon #3
I began to hope Darla could succeed. I'd been writing a fictional version (originally entitled Sneakers for obvious reasons) inspired by my experience with Darla.
Can A Daughter Go Home Again?
Joy left home at 18 with a boy her minister father didn’t approve of. Joy and Mike marry in Vegas and arrive in LA. Shortly thereafter Joy discovers she’s pregnant and before she gives birth Mike is killed in a motorcycle accident. Broke, pregnant and widowed, Joy calls home. Her father, Art, says, “You’ve made your bed. Now lie in it.” He hangs up on her.
The Mother You Need, The Mother You Want To Be
I know now parenting is not easy. As a child I didn’t understand my parents were who they were. Human beings with flaws and hopes and dreams and disappointments and baggage.
Between father and daughter: “I’m who I am because of you.”
Between father and daughter: “I’m who I am because of you.” Meghan McCain gives a heartfelt, emotional eulogy for her late father, Senator John McCain. Through her tears she shares…
Joy’s Story
“We never agreed. You dictated and eventually I swallowed my own objections. I’ve been choking on them ever since. Joy is here now and she stays.” Marcy tugged Joy’s hand and Joy followed her to the kitchen feeling her father’s stare of disapproval like bullet holes in her back.
White Roses in Winter
I wasn't seduced. I wasn't forced. I made a mistake.” Then why doesn't it feel like a mistake? She had asked herself that question over and over again. How could a baby be a mistake?
Thursday Morning Musings: What Do We Tell Our Daughters Now?
that’s what I’d tell my daughter. Look at Donald Trump. If he can do it, you can too. Never stop believing in yourself and what you have to offer.