It’s time for a status report. In my last post, I announced I had been diagnosed with Stage One breast cancer. That’s...
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My Summer Vacation 2024
I hadn’t planned my summer vacation to include what happened to me, but it did. Let’s start at the beginning. My local...
An Open Letter
This is an open letter to the First Lady, Dr. Jill Biden. Dear Dr. Biden, I belong to a group of ten women all of whom...
Other Than That…
So, there we were on Saturday, April 13, just back from grocery shopping when at 11:15A we heard a huge crash outside....
Best Laid Plans…
I had planned to write the end-of-year blog post about what happened to me last year. Some of it might have been true;...
Surviving Writer’s Brain Cramps
Over the weekend I came down with a bad case of cramps. Writer's cramps. Brain cramps. Words got stuck, no matter what...
Mom, Vin Scully, and Me
In 1958, my mother took me to see my first Major League Baseball game in the L.A. Coliseum. The Dodgers had just moved...
Lessons Learned–And Broken
Almost any writer can tell you that the moment she comes out as a "writer," she will drown in a deluge of conflicting...
Why I Don’t Run For A plane
Back in the late 73s, I was stuck in traffic on my way to Los Angeles International Airport to catch a PSA jet to San...
Memories of Past March Madnesses
I sit here looking at my bracket chart, unable to begin the process of seeing how soon said bracket will be busted by...
I Will Go On The Record…
...to say that "age matters." To say it doesn't belies the fact that age drives nearly everything we do from birth to...
An Open Letter To My Father
Let me start by saying I never celebrated Father's Day. I never bought a card, picked out a terrible tie or a pair of...