Keeping it Real Storytelling
I had finished weeding around the begonias in my grandfather’s garden as I did sometimes on Saturday mornings. I knew that he would be waiting inside for me. I was nervous about going in because I had something on my mind. I was 16 or…

For quite a while now, I’ve been digging into memories; my own little mind-field of “aha” moments. Honestly? It’s a joy this week to step…

Starting when I was very young, I remember visiting the home of my grandfather’s new wife. She was another Cleveland artist and her name was…

After taking a fairly immersive writing class this summer, which ended August 4th, I was eagerly expecting some good news from my Libby app. On…