Broken Glass

The wind is from the north, cold as a winter’s gale. I could smell the snow as early as this morning, but it hasn’t hit us yet. One of my neighbors came by, offering to batten down the barn for me, get the house ready, and it was odd to hear him rattling around upstairs…

What to Do with your Edited Manuscript

Originally posted on Wordbender Editing:
Receiving your manuscript back from your editor can be a harrowing experience. So much blood and tears were shed over it. What if your editor hates it? It starts out with you checking your email like a madman about a week before your editor said she’d have it ready for…

7th and Main

7th and Main, they tell me. 7th and Main, but not on the street, not where we can be seen. No, none of us want to be seen, none of us want to be noticed. So we don’t sell in the street. It’s nearly dark by the time I step off the bus. The air…

A Christmas Carol

It is not Christmas. I am aware of that, thank you very much. Nor am I generally the type of person to be singing Christmas carols in July or leaving my Christmas lights up all year round. (Okay, you caught me. I totally am.)   But, if we are going to be fair and totally…

Bamboo Gardens

I hide in the bamboo again, the way I did when I was a child and my nurses wanted to put me to bed. I would complain that the sun had not yet fallen behind the mountains, and then I would hide from them in the gardens, in the bamboo. They always knew I was…

A Tale of Two Cities

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times . . .” So begins one of my favorite classics, a book that I didn’t expect to like and instead fell head over heels in love with. A Tale of Two Cities captivated me. Its poignancy, intrigue, and complex characters drew me in,…

I’m Back!

Last month, my entire family piled into our twelve passenger van at 4 AM, pointed the wheels east, and started out on a two-week adventure. We drove through Kansas, saw lots of rolling hills, dry plains, and squished rabbits, and stopped at gas stations in the middle of nowhere with names no one will ever…