Why Are You Dressed Up?
That’s what Dylan, the seven-year old, asked me as she entered the house. “Are we going somewhere?” I glanced down at my attire and...
So, What Do You Write?
It’s usually the first question I get asked. Grant it, I get asked quite a few things when people find out I write, such as: Have you...
A Matter of Habit
I chuckled to myself this morning as I sat down to write this blog post because I had just gone through each of the steps that I was...
The Writing Is in the Rewriting
I rewrite things to death. I fret over it, change it, lengthen it, shorten it, and then put it aside for a few months only to pull it...
Because I Read
This dream of being a writer started with the opening of a book when I was a tyke. It was the enjoyment I received of getting lost...
The Rights of Chickens
I am not a political person, and it took a lot for me to decide to stick my nose into the quagmire and make this post. I know I should...
When Did I Grow Up?
I’m not sure when it happened exactly, but somewhere along the way I became middle-aged. Of course, I don’t think of myself that way. I...
We Should All Wear Diapers
When a catastrophe happens such as the theater shooting in Colorado or if someone notices that people are overweight and lack control of...
Stand Up!
All those who wish to live longer, please stand up! No, really, get off your tush and move around. You’ve been told your whole life...
Almost Like Christmas
It’s the middle of summer, which means the stores are about to be flooded with decorations and the shelves stocked with bargains that...
