I text my mom that I hope she has a better day today than yesterday. Tell her I love her. Immediately on my little screen are the three litt...

I'm just pulling the garbage out of the can to get it ready to take it to the curb when my sister texts: "Hey mom and I are gonna h...

I lost my dad a year ago. Not long after, my aunt asked if I was going to write an obituary. What I wrote was mostly that, a little bit upsi...

It's 7:54 on July the 20th, 2019, and I'm sitting in front of my laptop computer in the thick air-conditioner air, waiting for the ...

I'm up before six, sitting at the computer. In a few minutes I'll have to run down to wake Stephen up and then in about forty-five ...

When I was a kid, I had a baby doll. Her name was Lucy Barker. She was named after my mom's first and middle names (from before Mo...

I pull up to the curb and sit a minute, listening. I rarely listen to music on my commute to work, but today I impulsively grabbed a John ...

The one change I made to the entry is to put the story itself in italics rather than all the quotation marks I have in my diary, because it...

1978 January 14—I woke up. I ate breakfast. got the mail. It said: it is a chain letter. Mom helped me do what it said. We checke...

I'm driving Stephen to work, and we're making a decision, even though we're not saying so. Noni's funeral in Arlington. May...

I wake up before the alarm goes off, and the last bit of dream sits here, on my pillow. I've dreamed it almost every night for the last...

A little memory moment for Mother's Day. This is from my diary, September, 1985. I was sixteen. Frank would have been just nine. Horati...

Here's a little taste of what I'll be reading at SongStory, at Someday Lounge, coming up on March 7th. Tackle Box I took a...

Two days to cram in the week's work at Powell's before Mom and Dad arrive and I take the rest of the week off. This two days happens...

Have I said lately how amazing this woman is? Have I said it enough? And it's not just the avocados and vegemite.