Red Room Where the Writers Are

As we prepare for the last day of vacation before the new school year – in my family’s c

I have a blog that I write under my pen name Bridget Asher. She writes about MY life -- which is fine because we are the same person.

My daughter will graduate from high school next year.  She's determined to go away to college.  I have two kids, and she's the younger.   So, I will be alone in less than a year.  I hadn't rea

My newly-graduated daughter took a break from her summer job picking strawberries in Oregon last week to interview for a job with health benefits. The original plan was to shake off all memories

So many words carry an image with them that leave me with a smile. "Meadow," for example, takes me to tall grasses and wildflowers with nary a tract home in sight.

Combine: one fifteen-and-a-half-year-old-daughter who did not finish her online Driver's Ed course

There was a story I once heard about a woman – an ordinary woman of the sort you meet every day – who gave birth to children and raised

NOTE: The article below is adapted from the chapter called Flowers, Cards, and Candy Are Not the Essence of Mother's Day! in the book

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For those of you who tune in regularly to hear me read my Caffeinated Ponderings essays, thank you, and I hope you’ll bear with me with this on

For months now, on my own blog, I've avoided writing about the one major event that is changing my life more dramatically than any other: pregnancy.