It snowed on the day of my grandmother's funeral. Big fat flakes. I wore the full-length wool coat I left behind when I moved to Los Angeles in 1995. The boxy shoulders dated its style, but it kept my legs warm, and besides, my Nana was dead, so who cared? I insisted on being … [Read more...]
Bloom
In reviewing my first draft of my (first?) novel, I have found the word "bloom" used as a verb several times. You might wonder why I don't remember writing it so often, but other writers might tell you that they, too, review their words as if reading a work penned by someone … [Read more...]
Merciful Home
It's been a busy weekend, with sports, an epic sleepover, and at last a long lovely hike for me. It's been raining or overbooked for me the last few weekends, and I started getting itchy to get back out on the trail. (I still haven't tackled The Lady yet, but as soon as I do I … [Read more...]
Treasure
Yesterday I learned that the word tresoro means "treasure" in Spanish. I immediately thought of this photo: The red checkered seal and the yellow horse were made when I was in grammar school, just for me, by my friend's mom. Liz Chatfield was incredibly colorful … [Read more...]
Where Bloggers Go to Die
Okay, sorry to alarm you. I'm not dead yet. I just feel kind of bad for this blog, House of Prince, because I've been working on my taxes today. What does that even mean? I know you're asking yourself that question. Or maybe you asked yourself Why am I even reading this?and … [Read more...]
Just Right
Her greatest wish was to have a best friend. Someone she liked, who made her laugh, who brought her joy. To be included. To have someone to save a cookie for. A buddy for the bus ride to the field trip. Her best friend would hand deliver a birthday party invitation instead of … [Read more...]
