A Salute to The Greatest Generation

When my father got his draft letter for WWII, he had rarely been further from home than the State Fair. The only islands he’d seen appeared each summer when the Chariton River got low. And Europe seemed as far away as the moon. Even so, my dad climbed on the bus...

Expensive Dreams

Dreams are expensive. Dancing dreams cost shoes. And bloody toes. Painting dreams cost trips to Paris. Or at least an easel and a brush. The dream of being a mechanic costs hours in school, and the dream of being a farmer basically costs your life. This week I am...

It’s Your Turn

Deprecated: Function create_function() is deprecated in /www/wp-content/plugins/wp-spamshield/wp-spamshield.php on line 2033 I’m having a blast being interviewed by other bloggers on my book tour. Some are people I know and love (or even gave birth to). Others are people I’ve simply met on Cyberspace. So, today it is your turn, Dear Reader. Let’s do an interview on my...