It seems the conclusion of a day often lands far from its beginning. Ask any writer. As in every good story, a writer’s characters are changed by outside influences, by following their hearts, by participating in life. So it goes … Continue reading
I’d like to know who took my Wilson. It’s okay to come clean with me. I promise I’m not litiginous. But I want to know … WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY WILSON? The last I know, I trotted my … Continue reading
The other day I was asked to explain how … or more specifically, why … I wrote a story about Alzheimer’s disease from the inside-out. From the thoughts and viewpoint of a woman trapped in such a gripping disease. Why … Continue reading
Dorothy had it right. There IS no place like home. After a lovely four-day conference in beautiful Seattle, where I met some of the brightest, most accomplished and articulate writers, agents and editors, it was nevertheless good to be home … Continue reading
It occurred to me today that I completely missed an anniversary of sorts — the fourteenth anniversary of the removal of a brain tumor. Kind of a big day in this little woman’s life. I’ve never before missed marking the … Continue reading
We have a swimming pool in the backyard. Don’t be jealous. It’s a pain in the patookie! Especially for Dan whose daily routine includes scooping, brushing, filtering, measuring, testing, muttering under his breath at the inhumanity of it all. Monthly, … Continue reading
It rained last night. Great heaving drops filled with lightning and sound. The dogs did well. Dan and I were enthralled. At one point, we had 167 lightening strikes in ten minutes. It was spectacular! I woke this morning wanting … Continue reading
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