Mama Carson... Across the Pond and Back Again...

So...here are my thoughts on Glinda. As I prepared myself to step into her shoes again, I read all of the  "conspiracy theories" ...

A Muslim hipster, a vegetarian drag queen, a good ol' boy from out in the sticks of Randolph County, and a feminist who loves mystery n...

Recently I have had this niggling desire to write.  It has been a niggling desire that I have hushed up with social media, Food Network, a...

Here I am in the place I’ve longed to be for ten years.  I’m back.  It all feels rather surreal.  Thomas Wolfe had already warned me t...

There is something new in my life, friends: anxiety. Of course it isn't completely new. I have always been a worrier. But this past wi...

Over the Christmas holidays, my four year old brought home a wonderfully endearing, imperfect, asymmetrical, knobbly-looking stuffed bear t...

We are now in the depths of winter.  I am maintaining my position perched well above Depression Valley with occasional visits to the Island...

Back at the beginning of the fall, in anticipation of my undoubtedly imminent seasonal depression, I tried out a new antidepressant drug.  ...