Writing Home

As I entered adolescence, my mother often repeated, “Why buy the cow if the milk is free?”-- an adage that was supposed to inspire me to kee...

A few summers ago, my son and I were each obsessed with starting an urban legend—we wanted the kind of infamy you can only get when people s...

Blogging seems akin to those confessional booths in reality shows, where the participant steps aside from the everyday activities of the gro...

I named this blog "Writing Home" thinking it was a clever play on words. I was very spontaneous and didn't take any extra time...

Blogging doesn't feel natural to me. I don't understand who might read this; if I don't publicize this and provide a link to it,...