A Spooky Story

When I got up this morning, there was a pot of hot coffee ready.  That’s all.  End of story. Oh, except for the part about how I live alone.  And I did not make that coffee.

My Support Group Hates Me

Just for fun:  Here’s a Contributor’s Note I wrote in a memoir workshop recently.   The assignment was to play with a creative version of what might appear in the back if we were ever to publish a book.

Is Sex Fair?

The first time I pondered this question was with my group of 6th grade girl classmates who had just been shown ‘the period movie’ without the boys.