While pregnant, I started a book by Saint Theresa of Avila on contemplative prayer called The Way of Perfection. It was a book I’d bought years ago but hadn’t finished because I’ve had oatmeal-brain for the better part of a decade. It is a little known fact that it is difficult to read and understand…
“I love autumn dahling,” Nancy said from the back seat of their chauffeur driven Lincoln. “It’s perfect weather for pairing my leopard print dressing gown with open-toed heels.” “I know dahling,” Darcy said. “I’ve just been dying to wear this cheetah print dressing gown with my open-toed heels..” “I completely understand why,” Nancy said. “You…
I wrote a book last summer. I experienced the very rare phenomenon of having all of the stars perfectly align in my life so that I could sit and type out a book. In my case, I was sitting and scooching around on the floor to keep babies out of trouble while I typed…
One evening, I sat down across from my husband at the dining room table with a yellow pad and pen. He politely marked his place and put his book down, readying himself to humor me. “I was listening to the radio,” I said. “They were talking about saints and how each is generally known for…
I’d come up with an episode for Seinfeld when I was in high school (which may or may not have been a little over twenty years ago). I vaguely remembered the plot I’d formulated but thought, for the most part, my youthful stint at comedic screen-writing was lost to posterity. Then during some deep…
