I am a person who needs her space. I have always been that person. Always. When my writing class laments the solitude of writing, I celebrate it. When class members want to get together online to write and then chat a little, in between our solitary writing sessions, my feelings are a mix of FOMO . . .
This battered and worn Revere Ware copper bottomed percolator sat on my mother's stovetop for as long as I can remember. Now, it looks vintage and it IS vintage. As is the sound of coffee perking. How many of you remember this distinctive Maxwell House TV ad from the 1950s? That little perking . . .
There's a lot of willful ignorance out there. I say "willful" because sometime I sit in disbelief of how people I thought were discerning can hold such dissonant views. When Christianity isn't This one is a big hot button for me because Christ was very, very clear about his expectations of his . . .
What if you'd spent 20 years as an artist and writer whose evocative words and accompanying art touched such a chord they brought you an international following? What if your words spoke to thousands, tens of thousands or even more, touched them so much that they purchased your very affordable . . .
This is another post written BC--Before Covid. But with so much time on our hands, why not talk about something other than our situation. And of course, it's unlikely we'll have football at all this year. So a perfect time to rethink it. Few things are as American as football. Fans are fanatic . . .
It's always so bizarre and really, a wake-up call, to talk about Trump with people who get their view of our world through Fox. Or, as those who understand what news really is, call it: Faux News. More Trump supporters than I thought possible lack critical thinking skills. Even those I once . . .
When a story engages me from the first page, when I can't wait to see what happens next and when I'm sorry to see it end? That's a book I want to tell you about. Marriage Unarranged, authored by my social media friend Ritu Bhathal is set in an Indian community in England. I love all things Indian, . . .
Every morning I turn the TV on to a cable news channel to make sure the world hasn't ended. And then, I turn on the weather. Or my DVR. Or music. Or I read. Because, and this is sad for a journalism major to say, the best diet for peace of mind today is a news-free one. The constant jabber of the . . .
I wasn't always a cruiser. Oh, I went to Alaska in 2002 with a girlfriend on a big cruise ship with a couple thousand passengers. I didn't dislike it but I didn't fall in love with that cruise vacation. Or cruising in general. It was my husband, an experienced ocean cruiser, who introduced me to . . .
Oh, I know, vision boards may seem kind of, well, ethereal. Are they worth making? Do they really work? And how the heck do I create one? First, I'll confess that I've been making vision boards for nearly two decades and yes, they work. Yes yes yes. They work because the act of making one, of . . .