Some family’s boat capsized at Lake Winnipesaukee the day before and now they were looking for the father’s body.
She felt everything too deeply, it was like the world was too much for her.
It’s not only children who grow. Parents do too. As much as we watch to see what our children do with their lives, they are watching us to see what we do with ours. I can’t tell my children to reach for the sun. All I can do is reach for it, myself.
A person who deserves my loyalty receives it.
To share our stories is not only a worthwhile endeavor for the storyteller, but for those who hear our stories and feel less alone because of it.
A good home must be made, not bought. In the end, it’s not track lighting or a sun room that brings light into a kitchen.
A good home must be made, not bought.
The word NO, carries a lot more meaning when spoken by a parent who also knows how to say yes.
It’s not only children who grow. Parents do too...
I do not outline. There are writers I know and count as my friends who certainly do it the other way, but for me, part of the adventure is not knowing how it’s going to turn out.
Many women my age have known the experience of giving up crucial parts of themselves to please the man they love.
The real drug, I came to believe, was love.
Growing up in the fifties and sixties, I can only remember knowing one child, ever, whose parents got a divorce, and hardly any whose mother ‘worked’ at anything besides raising her children.
More than any other setting – more than battlefields or boardrooms or a spaceship headed for intergalactic travel – I’ll put my money on the family to provide an endless source of comedy, tragedy and intrigue.
If I told you about all the stories I don’t tell, I would be violating the very boundaries I set for myself.
When people ask what I write about, that’s what I tell them: ‘The drama of human relationships.’ I’m not even close to running out of material.