I've been thinking a lot about pods lately. All kinds of pods. Pea pods, to be sure, since the harvest is in and...
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#ARoomofOne’sOwn
Let's face it. We are spending more time in our homes than in offices or other places of work. We use our own space,...
#BackToSchool
By the end of July, I'd be anxiously looking forward to the first day of school, usually Tuesday after Labor Day. I...
When Good Is Good Enough
Writers are never satisfied with what we write. We strain to find the le mot juste, the perfect right word for the...
I’d Walk A Thousand Miles
Twelve years ago today, February 15, my mother, variously called Doc or Mini-Mommy, died. I still miss her every...
Labels and Definitions
I'm not big on labels and categories. I'm not big on having to describe myself as anything other than who I am....
Soul Mate
A soul mate can't break your heart. They can break your soul. © Sarah Doughty Source: Soul Mate
The Loss of Two Artists
On January 11, 2016 I woke to two announcements in our local newspaper. One was the loss of David Bowie. I confess to...
Let Me Be Your Voice
Not everyone feels like speaking up. Not everyone can speak up. Those of us who can should speak up for those who...
Stone of Hope, 2011
Originally published on Roses of Prose blog. I have refrained from posting political messages here, so I hope you...
An Improbable Tale of Friendship
Herein lies a tale of an unexpected friendship and a book. Books make great friends, we all know. And authors...
It’s Terrible When Writers Go Bad
Writers can go bad. Some should have a "use-by" date on them. Others should be prevented from writing from time to...