Essays

Three and four pounds when they were born at thirty weeks gestation, their own struggle to survive, each time I recall it, takes my breath away. Perhaps the journey that…

I could construct my own little world, but it could never totally camouflage the chaos lurking underneath.

I have come half-addled to a precious week of writing. It is mid-winter and the holiday season has been rough and ragged with a young adult son home for the…

My son is asleep in bed, my husband is overseas for work, and I‘m taking advantage of the free evening to tidy our walk-in storage cupboard. I’m doing well. I‘ve…

[T]here is so much richness, variety, and messiness that new mothers stand to gain, not only in altered writing habits, but also in observing the language acquisition and the speech…

Free writing is like singing a line. Waiting for what works, what makes my insides churn, and figuring out what’s happening, what it means, how to do it again and…

My goal is to teach them to enjoy and appreciate the flow that comes when you focus completely on something, to nurture a love of time spent with oneself in…

She agonizes daily over things real and imagined: her parents’ bickering, her father’s unrealized dreams as an artist, her mother’s news that she’s pregnant with a baby whom Ramona worries…

We watched Harry grow up and as he did, he discovered something powerful, something deep inside himself.

Now the daughters have fled to their own faraway lives but their shadows hover. They fall onto the page like old friends, like familiar demons. They carry different weight. They…

I believe a writer is someone who can’t not write. She may stop writing for a while, either voluntarily or involuntarily, but she will always have to return to it,…