Tears can mean different things to different people. For me, I’ve been thinking about summer. It’s almost over. I can’t believe how fast it has gone, and in a way, I’m glad it’s almost over. It hasn’t been one of the better ones. Trying to find the positive things that have happened is hard when the…

Back in 2012, I worked as a special education aide at Martinsville High School in Indiana. I started my third year in an English classroom assisting an English teacher who taught seniors. Her first assignment each year was to write an About Me paper told in a creative way. I love a challenge, and while…

Where has this summer gone? It’s the July 4th holiday with fireworks happening tonight.  I feel like school just let out last week. I’m spending my day hanging around home with my teenage son. He’s not much into spending much time with me, but what teenager is? At least he’s in the house. We’ll be…

Seventeen years ago yesterday, my three-year-old daughter and I traveled with a friend of mine and her three-year-old daughter to see my favorite singer, Rick Springfield. We traveled three hours to Eureka, Missouri, to the Six Flags amusement park, a few miles west of St. Louis. Editing my Rick Springfield memoir, the memories of concerts…

Dear Estranged Daughter, I remember the day you were born like it was yesterday. You came out with dark brown hair covering the top of your tiny head. We only stayed in the hospital overnight before we got to go home. But you had your days and nights mixed up. With your maternal grandma’s help,…

Summer is here. And I have a love-hate relationship with it. Hate is probably too strong of a word for the way I use it here, but for the sake of the what I mean here, I will use it. The older I get the more I enjoy the warmer temperatures. I prefer the sun…