I couldn’t believe my eyes when I opened this week’s edition of the Valencia County News-Bulletin.

I’m so saddened to report that my beloved brother John is ill and is receiving hospice care. As kids, John and I were “team-find-and-destroy-all-the-wine-bottles” when my Mom’s alcoholism was at its worst, and to lose him will be losing a huge piece of who I am. I love him dearly, and am devastated by what’s happening.

Well, I didn’t win the top prize, but I was flabbergasted to be listed as a finalist in the NM Book Co-op’s 2022 NM-AZ Awards!!! I know the competition was stiff–there are a lot of great memoirists out there–but I was pleased beyond belief that the reviews recognized Sometimes I Cry. http://nmbookcoop.com/BookAwards/styled/index.html

I’m sorting through things and cleaning out/throwing out things I no longer need, and came across a bunch of old photos, including this one of my grandmother and me. It must have been Easter Sunday when I was 10 or 11 years old. She was “Grandmother” in the book, but she looks pretty benevolent here. I know […]

I’ve been asked about my relationship with my mother after that tumultuous childhood, and if I hated her for the childhood I’d had. No. Just no! My mother was one of the warmest kindest people I know.  Her alcoholism was, as we now recognize, a sickness and not a character flaw.  Sadly, she never saw that.  Her […]