I'm giving away a few finished crafts so I can write. A few years ago, during the pandemic, I discovered my compulsion for list-making....

I feel hopeful, which seems to make no sense, but here I am - choosing it, hanging on to it, and sharing it.

Those of us who are inching upward in age can be our own worst enemy, especially when it comes to creative projects.

No one makes blinkers for writers. We can’t cloister ourselves off in a room and happily write, never knowing what lies outside our door, ex

It's the morning of November 12, 2022, and this is a story about my birthday girl and her pearls. And a mother who sometimes loses the...

I had a writing goal for last week to finish the structural outline for a memoir about how loss shapes families. Then I found a lost dog....

On my wedding day, at exactly 4:03 p.m., my dad and I began our walk down the aisle, arm in arm, forgetting everything we had been told...

Saturday nights, everyone in our family made it a point to be home for dinner with my dad. He would walk over from his house and stay...

I love to ship things. That's likely the nerdiest thing you've ever heard, but let me clarify: I love to ship things that people have...

My Granny Pearl thought her husband, my Papa, gave too much money to the church. This was an ongoing conflict between the two of them,...

Every book has a story. The idea for Move the Needle came soon after we started Storia Editing and Publishing. My collaborators and I are...

When she was 12 years-old, Martha was forced to leave her biological family in the Volta Region of Ghana and move halfway across the...

On my 32nd wedding anniversary, I had a breakdown. It had nothing to do with my husband, my marriage, or my failure to get him a gift or...

When I was a little girl, I wrote stories on rough sheets of unlined construction paper my mother bought at Gibson’s Five and Dime store....

I guess everyone thinks their dog is the best. We told her this a hundred times in the week before we said goodbye, and we meant it....

There is an app called Blur Photo that allows you to safely post a photo that will, no surprise, blur faces. This Mother’s Day, I...

“I think these are love letters,” my daughter said as she sat cross-legged on the floor of a storage unit that held the last of my...

A few weeks ago we were having a pleasant family dinner on the front porch and when the conversation lagged a bit, my husband thought it...

March 10 was the last semi-normal day I remember. After an eye doctor appointment, I went back to work then stopped by the store on the...

My dog is terrified of storms. They are debilitating for her. Her legs shake, she can’t eat, she can’t sit or lay down and she pants as...