I miss my mother. Twenty-nine years ago this fall, I drove from my home, then an hour south of Knoxville, TN, to Cleveland, OH, a trip of at least ten hours. I took with me my oldest son, who was then two. During this visit home, my mother and I took him to pick apples […]

June 24, 2019 My oldest son put a poker in my butt yesterday and told me to get started on this blog. “Start simple,” he said. “You don’t need to do anything flashy.” My problem was, I wasn’t sure exactly what I wanted this place to be. Is it an author website? Is it a […]