Mom's Time 2 Write

I started getting more interested in creative nonfiction after a writing group a couple of months ago. A group member shared a story about h...

The evening was as still as a hunter waiting for his prey. The wind wasn’t stirring. The animals were quiet. As I walked to the door, I sens...

School has been in session for a little over a month for one of mine and a couple of weeks for the other two. So far we've spent almost ...

I got off the bus at a neighborhood daycare when I was in first grade. I was a chubby, clumsy little girl. I was afraid of the big kids on t...

One of my twins is notorious for having tantrums. And I don't mean crying, begging, whining tantrums. His tantrums are legendary. Kickin...

My dad is one of the strongest men I've ever known. As a young child I remember following him around like a shadow. He hunted and fished...

Splashing in puddles after a summer rain. The smell of honeysuckle on a hot summer night. The sound of a storm tearing the branches from the...