Why my Bombeck badge matters
This badge arrived attached to an email announcing that one of my essays now lives on the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop website.
The crying, the gift and the wardrobe
As she outgrew the costumes, she handed those down to her younger sister – the costumes, mind you, not the wardrobe. That would always and forever be hers. So was the dream.
Dancing with words
I go to refill my coffee and see the clock advance, its hands beckoning me to dance.
The goodness of a teeny tiny beating heart
This teeny tiny heart beats and I am pleased beyond measure with this treasure…
My pledge to start smoking
…should I stick to my uniquely crafted Great American Smokeout pledge, there is no doubt that soon I will be smoking…
Coming Full Circle in the Square
…when the day came to kiss his little forehead and gaze into his trusting hazel eyes one last time before planes, trains and old technology separated us, I almost changed my mind.