He is holding my hand, my son, now 32, balder than he was when he was born. We’ve gone to Ponto Final, a restaurant on the Tagus River in...

I can’t stop looking, watching, reading. I move from Facebook to Instagram. Everyone I know in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, and surrounding...

This dear one left the planet today – on Summer Solstice, a day she loved. Karen, you will be so missed AND I know you are free – and...

[This blog first published on Huffington Post, November 13, 2017.] When it comes to books, I lean toward nonfiction—specifically memoir....

[This blog first published on Huffington Post, Dec. 21, 2017.] I adore author Abigail Thomas—as a writer, teacher and as a human being....

They’re both Leos, born in the heat of early August. My son, Keegan, almost 28. My grandson, Owen, “mostly” 6, as he likes to say. In...

My friend Delise would have been 54 today. But complications of something called Chronic Inflammatory Demyelinating Polyneuropathy (CIDP)...

On Sunday night, I talked with a family member who voted for Donald Trump. She doesn’t hate or endorse hate. She’s not stupid or...

The sun is shining. The sky is blue. The neighbor’s Trump signs are down. Frost coats the grass. My dogs greet the neighbor dog. A...

Election night, my wife and I went out to eat at a Thai and sushi restaurant about 10 miles from our home in rural Central North...

There are times as a writer that I surely think “who cares?” Who cares if I write? Do I care if I write? Why AM I writing? Is it...

It’s Day 4 of using my Fitbit to the fullest. Given what happened in Paris yesterday, it feels ridiculous, insignificant and narcissistic...

The watermelon didn’t go bad. Today this feels like a personal victory. It’s not that it’s my job to make sure it doesn’t go bad, but I’m...

This blog posted on Huffington Post on 09-02-15. My friend is fighting for her life. Prayer requests are going out and prayers are going...

Two months ago today, my 3-year-old grandboy Owen James and his mama left Iowa for North Carolina because his mama needed her mama. We...

I’m at a retreat center. I arrived Thursday afternoon and until about 7 Friday night, I had the place nearly to myself. I came for...

Our cat Zaria loves a good windowsill. She doesn’t care that her ass is too big to fit in one. She gets what she can up on it and let’s...

Yesterday didn’t start out well. Owen, my 3-year-old grandson, was parked in front of the TV because his mama didn’t feel well and his...

Originally published in Huff Post Gay Voices 12/05/2013 I’m a writer, a mother, a grandmother, and a woman in love with a woman. But...

Annie Scholl is a writer, photographer and speaker who is passionate about living fully awake. Her desire is to help people discern what...