Confessions of a Workaholic

By Lynn Slaughter / February 11, 2017 /

Last weekend, I spent all day Saturday reviewing and commenting on my students’ first drafts of their memoirs, as well as working on Sunday’s comprehensive sexuality education

A Teacher at Heart

By Lynn Slaughter / February 6, 2017 /

The other day, I was flipping through my old high school yearbook. There I stood in the back row

The Downside and Upside of Getting Older

By Lynn Slaughter / January 14, 2017 /

For my older son’s wedding, one of his aunts, a professional photographer, put together a slide show of the growing up years of my son and his beautiful bride. They were both such neat kids, and I loved every minute of it. As the groom’s mom, I appeared in several photos with my then young…

Reading the Obits

By Lynn Slaughter / January 7, 2017 /

“Are you reading about dead people again?” my husband asks me. “Heck, yeah.” Obituaries are a goldmine for writers

About Those New Year’s Resolutions

By Lynn Slaughter / January 1, 2017 /

New Year’s resolutions have always struck me as psychic downers-in-the-making. Sure, I’d love to lose ten pounds.

The Stuff We Don’t Put in Our Holiday Letters

By Lynn Slaughter / December 25, 2016 /

When a dear friend called me this week from Arizona, she rasped out “Merry Christmas” and promptly went into a coughing fit. “What’s going on? Are you okay?” 

Politics and Friendship

By Lynn Slaughter / December 19, 2016 /

At our son’s wedding, my husband and I met a lovely couple. They were funny, charming, and warm. We felt an instant rapport. So, when they were passing through our city,

The Serenity Prayer Has Its Limits

By Lynn Slaughter / December 11, 2016 /

Whenever my friend goes into her litany of all the roads in her life she regrets not taking, I’m tempted to remind her of the Serenity Prayer.

Another Writer’s Lament

By Lynn Slaughter / December 4, 2016 /

When the artistic director of the company I danced with for several seasons was displeased with how we were performing her choreography, she would scream at us across the studio,

The Cycle of Life

By Lynn Slaughter / November 28, 2016 /

We’d just finished a deliciously decadent Thanksgiving dinner, the first my younger son and his family had hosted, when my son held up the candle at our table and announced

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