The Actress and the Diaper Pail*

When I was five, my dad was stationed with the U.S. Navy on Guam, where we lived in a Quonset hut with

Kids Speak

My daughter broke her femur while trying to stop her bike by skidding on gravel when she was only six years old. I held her hand as she lay sedated on the table in the emergency room. We were both in tears. “Honey,” I whispered, stroking her head, “I sure wish I were the one with the broken leg instead of you.” In a groggy voice, she said,

Misconceptions about Writing

Several years ago, when I was faced with unexpected time off between jobs, I sat down at the computer, opened a blank document, and set out to write my first story.