Twenty-three years before Tom Clancy would die of congestive heart failure at the age of 66, and at the height of his skyrocketing publishing career,

Confession time. As a creative writing instructor, I’m super selective about the examples I use to demonstrate craft. If I’m going to share an excerpt

As you read this, Grandme is a memory, relationships have come and gone, children have left home. As you read this, only the feeling that

My son is overseeing preparations at the National Cathedral in Washington, D.C., for the funeral of anthropologist Jane Goodall, whom I greatly admire. Until Jane,

It is October, the month in which both my daughters were born. I guess back in March of the year in which each was conceived,

I spent the weekend with my two older sisters and their husbands in what has become a regular sister-gathering now that our parents are dead. 

I have a philosophy which is, if a little is good, more is better. A teaspoon of Miracle-Gro once a week makes the flowers bloom?

I am on time, but my dance class is missing. I run down the deep stairwell at the City Rec Center, past the rock-climbing wall,