ON THE VERGE

because I am a coward and I couldn't tell you in real life how I felt or what I was thinking and it was so easy to click Unfriend. I...

~Christmas in 1979? Maybe 1980? The American hostages had been held in Iran for a long time and we were told to pray for their safety and I ...

Last week was kind of stressful. My husband's car died when he was on the interstate and he had to get it--and himself--towed home. Th...

Every year my husband and I volunteer to help out at a community center holiday party for underprivileged kids. We show up early on a Satu...

A few days after the election, my husband and I went on a spur of the moment trip to the woods. We booked a cabin, overfed the fish, threw t...

I'm so excited to host fellow YA author and blogger Yvonne Ventresca On The Verge today. Yvonne's latest novel Black Flowers, Whi...

Bright blue sky. Sun. I don't remember any clouds. An oddly warm morning for September. I dropped my four year old daughter off at her p...