Sound. As I type to the hum of traffic, the cross-hatch of MTM’s pen, the pulse of keys, I sob and wish sound weren’t a thing.

I know people who are virtually deaf. I don’t wish for that fate or mean to diminish their disability.

But I am waterboarded by the sound of my own voice. People want to hear me read my memoir.

Or they *think* they do.

They don’t know a theater critic once eviscerated my speaking voice in a review. “Etched in acid,” he crowed.Continue Reading

You know you want to show your friends you’re part of the in-crowd. Whether you’re an advance reader or launch day buyer, everyone can get into the Not Without My Father: One Woman’s 444-Mile Walk of the Natchez Trace Make a Memory spirit RIGHT NOW.

The book’s chapter titles are songs, and together, I hope they make a rocking playlist of road music. I’ve created the entire Not Without My Father playlist on iTunes. Buy the whole thing. Pick-and-choose.Continue Reading