>Anne Lamott: Inspiration in the Flesh
> When I first started writing, Anne Lamott’s words fueled me. In Bird by Bird, she freed me to write “shitty first drafts” by airing out the dirty secret that all good writers have to write them to...
View Article>Finding My Chicago Writing Tribe
> Writing is a lonely craft. Even with the support of the social media community, writing is lonely. Pouring my words out on the page and the screen day after day without physical human interaction...
View ArticleListen to Your Mother
Five years ago, I started this blog for a very simple reason. I wanted to be heard. I had three kids. Two were in diapers, and I never, ever got to finish a sentence without interruption. My life was...
View ArticleListen to Your Mother Tickets Are Now on Sale
We had our first rehearsal for the Listen to Your Mother show on Sunday. Wow. What an amazing group of women. I am incredibly honored to have been chosen to join them. We took over the back room of a...
View ArticleListen to Your Mother: An Electric Night
It has been an electric night. Not just because of the lightning, and the marble sized hail stones that rained down this afternoon, but because of the incredible stories that were shared tonight at the...
View ArticleHow Are You Feeding your Creativity?
Creativity needs room to grow. Creativity needs to be fed like a small child, exercised like a muscle, and let wild like a puppy. But most importantly, creativity needs a little time. For the last few...
View ArticleLouder Than a Bomb 2013
Saturday night, 2500 people packed the Cadillac Palace Theater in Chicago for the Louder Than a Bomb Poetry Finals. I stood in line surrounded by large groups of teenagers; to add to the bizarre...
View ArticleUsing Journaling to Talk to Tweens: Mother Daughter Diaries
Ever since I could put pen to paper, I’ve had a diary. My mom recently found my first one and sent it to me, the kind with the lock, although the lock was long gone. The first few pages are filled with...
View ArticleSummer Growth for Moms Too
Three years ago, drowning with the loss of my routine to my children’s summer needs, I made myself a promise: Next summer, my kids won’t be the only ones to go to camp. I’ll carve out some summer time...
View Article2018: the Year of No Regrets
2018 will be my year of NO REGRETS My father passed away a little over two years ago and still, his death weighs heavy on my heart and my actions. What I wouldn’t give to have a few more conversations...
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