My mother didn’t favor books written for children since she believed we could all absorb adult literature at an early age and be the better for it—and I think she was probably right.
Blog Posts about My Family
The Silver Fountain: A Granddaughter’s Dream
I have passed on my fascination with trains to at least one of my granddaughters.
We Had to Be Unlike Others to Survive
New thoughts about the way we are raising our sons are uppermost in my mind.
Underpants on the Stove
I’ve just spent a few days with my son and grandson and am reminded of the delightful chaos of living with boys and men.
A Patch of Blue Sky
I remember with increased gratitude the women I’ve known who, no matter what their circumstances, were able to continue to bring me light, warmth and humor.
Old Friends
In the stories of my two old friends, both equally dear to me, I see a reflection of the problems of our country.
The Grip of the Past
I’ve just received word that my new short story, “What I Learned From Fat Annie” has won the Thomas Wolfe Fiction Prize for 2023.
Ash Wednesday
Over my long writing career, I’ve kind of resigned myself to being a Cassandra: the voice in the wilderness that speaks, or writes, about things most people would rather ignore and forget.
Margaret Erskine: “Taken by Indians”
I started writing Margaret’s story, based on a brief memoir she dictated to her nephew many years after her taking…
Giving Thanks
I will be giving a special thanks for those who read these thoughts, and whose mysterious presence in my life keeps me going.