The Swart

Our son walked in the front door, red cheeked and grinning, after soccer practice.  His blue gym bag was slung over his shoulder, and he still wore his shin guards and cleats. “Hey Mom, you know those fart cards your friend gave you?” My local writing buddy, after reading my Lost Balls post, and about … Continue reading The Swart

Ironic table talk

“So, have you noticed that irony is super trendy now?”  I dealt Phase 10 cards to Amy and my two kids.  “‘The Ironic Generation.’  I keep hearing that.  What does that even mean?  That people want to live off the grid, yet they can’t survive without Facebook and Twitter?” Amy fanned and arranged the cards … Continue reading Ironic table talk

Gathering words

I am nibbling at the edges of The Writer’s Portable Mentor, reading a page here and there with my morning yogurt, absorbing Long’s pretty words.  And when I got to page 31, “Make your own lexicon,” the day after I bought a brand new Moleskine, I couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off my face: Buy … Continue reading Gathering words