My Mother and the Turkey

I was ten-years-old the Thanksgiving my mother decided to cook. This wasn’t a good thing since she never cooked, but she decided that she didn’t want to order the usual ham for the main meal – turkey, after all, was what most people had for Thanksgiving – and she always gave our cook the Thanksgiving…

Lorene and The Bra

Meal time in my house when I was growing up centered on lunch, and the cook was not my mother, god forbid, or my father, though he could make an impressive breakfast, but rather our housekeeper, Lorene, a big-boned black woman who wore a white uniform to work, Monday – Friday, from 8:30 – 2:30….

Observations in the Airport and Almost Left Behind

The young Indian woman sitting across from me is wearing black jeans, a black and white print top and a gray scarf covered in white polka dots. She’s talking on her phone, her dark hair pulled back in a long ponytail, her face bright as she chats, a look of expectation on her smooth-skinned face….

Closet-Sitting & Another Day with Sarah

I am sitting in the closet, literally. The iron is on a shelf across from me and a mini-ironing board is leaning against a cardboard box. Two levels of hangers – sweaters and blouses on the top level and slacks on the bottom – are to my left. A folded up blue beach chair is…

Day Two – Prompt: A Blanket

Mary pulled the blanket tight around her shoulders, its softness brushing her cheek as she leaned down to check on the baby sleeping peacefully in her cradle.  How could she ever divorce George now that this child had been born?  She would have to give him partial custody and that would mean being separated from…

20 Minutes of Flash a Day

I’ve decided that I’m going to devote this blog to flash fiction and memoir, two of my favorite types of writing. The goal will be for me to write 20 minutes a day in either fiction or memoir and post it on here. As a writing teacher I have seen how consistent timed writing can…

Welcome to My Blog

Writing.  What can I say? This topic takes up most of my time as a writer, writing teacher, and editor.  I love everything related to writing – the physical act of handwriting or typing, the pleasant calm of reading, the pure fun of sharing writing with others. Hence this blog.  A way for me to…