Plot Police Raid

I’m in the zone. I know just what needs to happen in this particular scene, and it’s practically writing itself. As I type away with a satisfied grin on my face, the Plot Police burst through the door and stop me dead in my celebratory tracks. “Halt! Hold it right there!” the tall, handsome one…

Three

I bought this little grouping and gave it to my mother on the first Mother’s Day my daughter was alive (1977). I felt it represented the three of us, three generations of women in our family. When my mother passed from this life (15 years ago today), I took it back and have it in…