Lisa Geichman Prosek

It hit me as I walked through the master bedroom of our cozy little suburban ranch house on a clear autumn Saturday afternoon a few years ago. My husband, John, stood out in the backyard laughing. I peaked through the curtains to see hundreds of bubbles floating in the air. Our two little white toy-poodle […]

Now that my book’s written, I need to move on to the next project. But what should that be? When I first started writing, I thought I’d have trouble coming up with ideas to pursue. Instead, it turns out that I suffer from TMI Syndrome–too many ideas. Probably like many of you, I see the […]

It starts first thing in the morning, even before the sun wakes. I wish I could adequately convey how it sounds. As I write, I imagine that it’s a mix between a trumpet’s blare and a baby’s coo. It’s my cat, Bud, making his special cry for milk. He cries so hard and so long […]

My mother and I disagreed about everything. Religion. Politics. Women’s roles. Parenting. Fashion. Even cornbread. We spoke on the phone barely once a month and saw each other even more infrequently. Holidays, that was about it. Somehow, we stiffened our spines and got through them. Still, on July 3, 2008, when Dad told me Mom […]