Category: Writing

  • Letter No. 4: Dear Laughter

    Letter No. 4: Dear Laughter

    Dear Kings of Comedy, “This place is half empty,” I told my husband.

  • Letter No. 3: Dear Lifelong Friend

    Letter No. 3: Dear Lifelong Friend

    Dear Karen, Thirty-three years is a long time.

  • Letter No. 2: Dear Mr. President

    Letter No. 2: Dear Mr. President

    Dear President Obama, I must start this letter with a confession.

  • Letter No. 1: Dear Teacher

    Letter No. 1: Dear Teacher

    Dear Miss Hoffman,

  • 52 Letters in 52 Weeks

    52 Letters in 52 Weeks

    Who has had the biggest impact on your life? How would you have answered at 15? At 20? At 30? Have you ever thought about special moments, hoping for a chance to thank someone, only to find out they’d passed away before you’d done it?

  • Rare disease stole my life (and gave me a new one)

    Rare disease stole my life (and gave me a new one)

    After having three children in three years, I thought my life’s plan was pretty well outlined. And I was pretty happy about it (in between the diapers, screaming toddlers, and late night laundry). My husband, my three boys (and maybe, just one more…), and I would grow up, laughing and running, teaching and learning. Living…

  • Confessions of a Stay-At-Home Momwriter

    Confessions of a Stay-At-Home Momwriter

    I never wanted to grow up to be a writer. I wanted to be something like the President…. Ha! And I didn’t move to Nashville to be a songwriter. Instead, I moved to be a lawyer. BIG difference. But I’ve been writing my whole life. From essays, short stories, and poetry as a teenager, to…

  • I’ve never been a great writer

    I’ve never been a great writer

    I’ve never been a great writer, a creative writer at least. Oh, I liked legal writing. It was structured and formulaic. But the writing I’ve been doing this past year is anything but. It is raw. It is painful at times. When Case was diagnosed, and then when he was to enter the clinical trial,…

  • Just another lullaby

    Just another lullaby

    I don’t pretend to be a great writer. I write because it is my journal and my release, and I write publicly because I hope that somehow anything or something I say might resonate with even one single person. But sometimes I don’t really bare it all, those deepest feelings of pain and fear, sometimes…