My friend Lee has one, as do my saddle pals, Sandy, Karen, Maria, Allena, Tony, and Layne. I have one, but it’s not very big yet. I haven’t had mine that long, compared to how long some of the others have had theirs. What is this thing that we all have in common?...
When I began writing my novel She Ran Away, my protagonist was a woman drawn into a present-day mystery at her family’s ranch in the Southwest. But I hadn’t done much thinking about her backstory. As I sat at the keyboard, my muse began to reveal more about my...
For a long time, insanity was called normal in our family and we were chided for drawing attention to its symptoms. “That’s just the way she is” became a way to smooth over the rough truth. Me: “Hi, Mom, it’s me.” Mom: “Bonnie....
My father believed that each event in your life taught you lessons you needed to learn. Often he would end a “talking to” session after one of my many mishaps with the words, “What did you learn from this experience?” It is no wonder, then that I find myself embracing...
“Will power is like a muscle that depletes when it is exercised. Similarly, our ability to make high-quality decisions becomes fatigued over the course of the day. The more decisions you make, the lower quality they become -the weaker your will power. Consequently,...
