Okay, let’s get sappy for a moment. It’s Olympic season—let’s put a little sap into all that muscle. For two weeks most people around me are glued to whatever device they have access to, holding their breaths, and hoping their favorites take gold. Stories are being told of how these Olympians do it—how they defeat the […]Read More Hey, there’s some sap on your back.
For most of the summer, every time we opened our front door to make our way down the treacherous path, we held our breath, crossed our fingers, and did rock paper scissors to see who would be first. We live on a hill, with a steep sloppy cobbled path, and although many visitors complain and […]Read More Dead Things
How many times have you been told to make sure your fire alarms are working and have batteries in them? Countless, I’m sure. But, if you’re anything like me, you take this warning half to heart. Yah, yah, I know, but I just keep forgetting to stop for batteries. It’s OK. I’ll get to it. […]Read More Always buy batteries!
“You never loved me, Victoria. I’m a good-looking man, not too old yet. I make a decent living. Enough to eat, pay my mortgage, and drive my car. I’m kind. Generous. Women adore me. Why should I go back to you?” “Who is she? Tell me who she is! It’s her, isn’t it? I […]Read More Coffee Shop Perils
I don’t have an office. I don’t have a room that I call my own, that I can go in and be in left in peace while I work. For a few months now I’ve been trying to decide if I want to put two of my kids together and turn one of their rooms […]Read More The sign says, “Quiet! Writer at work!”
New Year’s eve is supposed to be the day we declare a life changing resolution. We’re supposed to raise our glass of creamy bubbly champagne, smile, and reveal a promise to do something–something momentous, something we need to do that will change us for the better–that we’ve been waiting for just the right […]Read More Spring Resolution
Not so long ago, someone asked me an unusual question: Since I spent so many hours a week writing on the computer, did I not miss seeing my own handwriting? “I write by hand all the time,” I replied. “The trick is being able to read back what I wrote.” I do write by hand […]Read More Did I write that? Well, I certainly can’t read it!