Schools have been on my mind lately. Part nostalgia, part not. I clearly remember the first school I attended. I think...
Lifestyle
Bright, Shiny Objects
I was going to call this post, "Bright Shiny Balls," but I thought some people might take offense. Or not, as the case...
Swim Lanes, or How To Keep Order in Your Writing
Nearly anyone who has worked as a consultant knows that projects are broken down into sections, with those sections...
Rejecting What I No Longer Accept
Last week I wrote about the conundrum I faced growing up. I loved my dear grandmother, but as I came to adulthood, I...
Conflicts
I missed last week because I was away on vacation. No, I don't announce it on social media or send pics from places I...
Some Cliches Are True
It is said that when a writer dies, an entire library dies with her. It may be a cliche, but it is true. Take away a...
Don’t Swing at a Pitch in the Dirt
This blog spawns from a series of discussions I had over the past few months with newbie writers. None had published...
A Time of Peace
I've been thinking about prayer circles lately. They come in all flavors and colors. Some are built around discussion...
All About Kitties
After people complained about me exercising my Constitutional rights to freedom of speech when I posted the open...
Pizza Guys and Others
Years ago, I read an essay that appeared on NPR about being nice to the pizza guy. Given we are now in the season of...
An Open Letter To the President-Elect
I don't usually write political posts on this blog, because 1) I don't want to be castigated, 2) I don't want to...
Growing Up Polluted
With all the ballyhoo about climate change, rising oceans, and global warming, we seem to be losing track of how many...