I used to think that privilege meant you had to have a lot of money, that you had to be born into the "right" level of...
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What Unties Us
You read that right. It's not a typo. I've been thinking about how unmoored, how unanchored, how adrift so many of us...
Finding Peace in the Time of COVID-19
We're all doing our best to stay calm in the midst of a daily tsunami of bad news. As a writer, it's less...
Learning To Be Me
Most of you who know me or who have been following me know I'm independent and stubborn. That's a double...
Oil
When did oil become a cult substance? I mean, when did we suddenly need a gazillion oils in order to cook anything? I...
Frazzled
That's the adjective that defines me right about now. As usual, I have too much on my plate, too little of me to get...
Honoring Our Mothers
I was going to write a lengthy post about writers and our inquisitive minds. And then I broke my right wrist. I am...
From My Spam Folder
Sometimes, rarely, but sometimes, I actually look at what's in my spam folder. I was gone for a few days last week to...
Crying Towels
The scene is set for an interesting eavesdropping opportunity. One woman sits alone in a coffee shop, her latte beside...
Tinkering
At dinner the other night, several friends bemoaned how their grandkids don't tinker. They don't take their toys...
Close-Ups
Have you noticed how cat selfies are taking over social media? Most bloggers know that if we want more people reading...
50 Shades of Cabernet
For the longest time, I've avoided talking about my books, interviewing authors, writing about what I read. It's time...