Getting to Z

It did not hit me that my son’s first year of preschool was really ending until yesterday afternoon, when I took his art projects and papers out of his cubby. There it was: the letter Z. I felt the floor drop away from me as I stared at that final worksheet. My...

Flotsam and Jetsam

Cleaning is the first thing to neglect when I’m on a writing or revising binge, as I am these days. For the sake of my family’s safety and sanity, I keep a semblance of order by scooping up clutter and throwing it into boxes or bags, to be sorted at some...