Whether you’re a mother of children, or of doggies or kitties … or just mothers in your hearts, may you each find this day filled with fun, peace and — maybe breakfast in bed and later, a nice bubble bath. … Continue reading →

There is no clever picture to announce this post.  Plainly said, more people than ever are showing up with Alzheimer’s or some sort of related dementia.  One in two over eighty and many as young as 45 or 50 are … Continue reading →

Now and then I come across an excellent quote.  This one I especially love: I find myself using the word “bandwidth” now, and feel the mounting urge to say “megabit” and “gigabit” and “terabit” as though these are normal words … Continue reading →

Splitting an Order I like to watch an old man cutting a sandwich in half, maybe an ordinary cold roast beef on whole wheat bread, no pickles or onion, keeping his shaky arms steady by placing his forearms firm on … Continue reading →

Those of us who work from home in our jammies as tortured writers have, at last, been given the best excuse to stay abed until noon — swine flu. It’s our duty, as stay-at-home writers to … well, perhaps stay … Continue reading →

Today is the second national Poem In Your Pocket Day! The idea is simple: select a poem you love then carry it with you to share with co-workers, family, and friends To prepare for our soon-to-come summer in the desert, … Continue reading →

Last Friday … before Bunco night with the girls, before I got sick later that night, before spending the next days in bed doing battle with a very obtuse and stubborn flu bug … I went to Costco. I loaded … Continue reading →

I’ve discovered that part of being a writer is to foster one’s opinions to a fine degree.  Dan says I’ve got a lock on the highly opinionated part, but he doesn’t know so much about the fine degree part.  I … Continue reading →

I’d have been home well before now, had I not been so very, very late for lunch with two friends I hadn’t seen for nearly a year.  I circled the mall parking lot more intent with the ticking time on … Continue reading →

“A serious writer is not to be confounded with a solemn writer.  A serious writer may be a hawk or a buzzard or even a popinjay, but a solemn writer is always a bloody owl.” Ernest Hemingway I’m not sure … Continue reading →