Back by popular demand and repeated request…published in High Desert Journal last year…the story of our ill-fated rafting trip down Hell’s Canyon…my essay Passing Through the Green Room…alternately titled, The Time My Husband Tried to Kill Me. (well, he didn’t mean to, and it did turn out to be a good story, after all) Click…
So, just a few minutes ago I was diving into today’s projects here in my home office—gearing up for some magazine copy editing, prepping for a phone interview with a college prof at 10, trying to think of what the heck I am going to write about fly fishing, when I heard the doorbell. Obediently…
Happy Mother”s Day to all you super mamas! This card came from my own superhero mother. She”s awesome. Since Captain Daddy is working today, I”ll be performing all stunts myself. Now–faster than two small children high on maple syrup! More powerful than a mile-high pile of useless plastic toys! Able to tranform a disaster area into…
Today is the seventh anniversary of the birth and death of my first child. There was a time when I thought it would get easier each year. Now I think, it doesn’t. First comes a frantic stemming of the tide. But it comes anyway—a massive tidal wave of grief. I cry for days. I mean,…