Waiting.  Here’s how you do it: (1)  Go to the store, aimlessly walk the aisles.  Pick up a bag of potato chips, open the bag, stand in the aisle and eat one chip, put the bag in your cart.  Pay … Continue reading →

It’s Sunday, 10:30 a.m.  I’ve been awake and up since the sun was invented and I’m sure it must be time — somewhere in the world — for a glass of wine.  A GYNORMOUS glass of wine.  I’m settling instead … Continue reading →

Here are my feet.  My happy, happy dancing feet. I don’t love the UPS guy in any way like I love my husband, but yesterday I luuuved the UPS guy for delivering a NEW LAPTOP and I loved my husband … Continue reading →

I thought it perhaps interesting on this hot sunny summer day to take a tour around a working writer’s desk. If you’d rather ride a mule down the Grand Canyon, or see those freaky statues on Easter Island, or take … Continue reading →

For those following the progress of Wilson the Labradoodle, boy-o-boy did he have a big morning. First day of BIG-BOY SCHOOL. I didn’t know whether to dress him in nickers or long pants, regular or bow tie, cuffed or plain … Continue reading →

A while ago I wrote a story. It won a prize. A nice prize. A lovely prize. Now I’m in the long and arduous process of doing what every other underpublished writer does — I’m querying agents. As I watch … Continue reading →

I don’t know a lot, but today I know this: A hug from a one year-old is way better than a double shot, no foam skinny latte. Missing a meeting to get that hug is worth it. Babysitting said one … Continue reading →

“My life is full of terrible misfortunes most of which never happened.” Michel de Montaigne (French Renaissance Writer) So, here’s a typical Saturday in the McCanta house. Hubby gets up early (careful not to waken the the sleeping She-Bear), feeds … Continue reading →

If I were George Bailey or Zuzu or Mary, I’d be listening for a bell to ring so I’d know another angel got his wings. Today’s sad news that NBC News Washington Bureau Chief and moderator of Meet the Press … Continue reading →

Wilson! Oh, our dear Wilson. In human time, Wilson’s just six days from turning six months old. In doggie time, he’s now past young adolescence and entering his dirty rotten teenage years. Our lovely, sweet, cuddly puppy has turned Goth … Continue reading →