I’d like to introduce you to a super special stick. For months, this particular stick lived among many other sticks as well as leaves,...

If you read my newsletters, you know I bought myself a bicycle. It's a rose gold cruiser with a basket, saddlebags, a water holder, and a...

In olden times, when I was on the brink of adulthood, parents like mine went through what was called Empty Nest Syndrome. It happened...

Christmas Eve Eve is my favorite day of the season. Because I grew up observing Christmas, December 23 has always been the most magical...

Now that it's December, I've been thinking a lot about Santa. He comes to our house every year, but we're in the middle of a pandemic. No...

For three straight years, I won NaNoWriMo, which is to say I wrote at least 50,000 words between Nov. 1 and Nov. 30 (National Novel...

Editorial Note: This is an opinion piece by David Bare, the teen librarian at Asheboro Public Library. The world is a scary place. The...

Writing is certainly a passion of mine, but I also adore the editorial process. For six years, one of my duties with an advertising firm...

My first pen pal was my cousin. We were 4 years old. The content was simple—How are you? I'm fine. The process was magical—writing my...

About a month ago, on July 3, I went to my first hair appointment since March. When I sat in that seat facing the giant mirror, four...

As an introduction to my forthcoming occasional photo blogs, I offer the three photos that created a newer, stronger bond between Ruby and

Routines help us feel secure. They let us know what to expect. They provide us with something to control in an out-of-control world....

Social distancing and stay-at-home orders meant the cancellation of a writers beach retreat I'd planned to attend at the end of March....

Our lives have been interrupted and the world as we knew it changed abruptly and dramatically over the past month. As with any life...

Has your job suddenly become a work-at-home situation? With today's technology and virtual abilities, as long as we have an internet...

You'd think that would mean a bigger home office. Or, better yet, a two-room home office where I could write and pay bills to my heart's

When I was 4, maybe 5, my grandmother—the one with the ground floor flat in Greenwich Village—bought me an autograph book. So my...

While I absolutely consider myself a writer, I never thought of my talent in terms of art. When it comes to things like painting,...

When you finish* a manuscript and are awaiting critique and coaching meetings with real live agents before querying a group of carefully...