This morning, I started writing sitting on a seawall where my young son was fishing. Computer out, glasses on, skin tan, and my hair a
Wings of Desire
As we collectively process the latest carnage, a comment from my husband sums up the situation: “Now, it’s time for 8 weeks of anguished conversation.
Where Research and Real Life Collide
This morning I woke up at home after a quick trip to England. I was attending a conference on migration hosted by a journal for
Voices that Echo: A Memory of Buckner Fanning
Monday was a normal February day here in Chapel Hill. That is to say my children were home because of ice on the ground and
Hopeful Musings
Recently, my older son wrote a story that he has entered in a contest. He is a good writer and the story has a strong
Call It By Its Name: Bullying = Cruelty
Yesterday my Facebook feed was full of posts about a teen suicide in the community in which I grew up. The young person was a