A Peek Inside A Writer’s Brain
Out of the blue, my therapist asked me what I wanted to happen when my third memoir was…
Father Knows Best
I became a true feminist in 1971, after attending a conference where I learned how to perform my…
When Words Jump Off the Page
The following sentence startled me on first glance: “Without love there can be no happiness.” These words…
6.27.2026 Fashion Trends
When I write a post, I most often hear from readers who say they understood what I was…
The Unintentional Art of Aging
As of 6.10.2026, I am 80 years, 8 months old. I can’t seem to stop myself from keeping…
As Long As I
Thanks to all of you who responded to my post on changes and worries. Your well-wishes have calmed…
Missed Connections
It seems like it’s been forever since I last wrote to you all. When I checked my website,…
Here I am
Life seems to consist of one change after another. My cell phone company was bought by another company…
Comfy Slippers
A flurry of activity as first the outer then inner doors to the dentist’s office slammed open—bursting into…
One Book Leads To Another
It’s been nearly eight years since I met my friend, writer Trish McBride. She and I were the…