Phil and I this evening were talking about how much fun we have together. It’s true. We do. We laugh and talk and converse and plan and solve problems and disagree. It’s fun. And enlightening. Relationships are supposed be anything but. We are among the fortunate. At times in life …
Every journey begins with putting on your shoes. Or filling out an application for a scholarship to one of the best writing …
My father used to tell me about a warning in the Bible, a prophecy, about how, near the coming of the end …
I love astrology. I’ve been paying attention to what my Libra (Taurus ascending, Leo moon) life course is according to the stars …
If you’ve read Blue Moon Vegetarian, you know why this photo depicts a milestone. If you’ve ever renovated a kitchen, you also know …
Snowbells on early. Christmas cactus bloomed late. We’re arriving at spring before we got to winter, but considering the winters …
I love keeping track of oddities that pique my attention when I’m travelling, especially if there is wisdom or a note of …
On my mind tonight is my dear friend Ed McClanahan, much-beloved Kentucky author of such well-regarded books as The Natural Man and O The …
True to my promise to myself, in September, when I dove into the autumn’s writing work full on, I also started …
CLEARWATER WRITERS THIRD SEMI-ANNUAL WOMEN’S RETREAT Nov. 20-25, 2015 Reflections Inn Kooskia, Idaho Picture this: a designated wild and scenic river; stands of evergreens; maybe …
The words “blue moon” have a certain musicality to them. Poetic thanks to the assonant sounds making up their middles. We all …
Phil and I recently acquired a modern television set. We held off because neither of us is in the habit of replacing things until they’ve …
Once in a while I have what I’ve come to think of as a destiny day. It’s where things line up—whether it’s …
The magical second time around. Good for lovers and careers, but not so good for bank robbers. More bank robbers get away with …
It was ejected from my computer the day of its original deadline, sidelined while the photographer waited out the last days of a difficult pregnancy, lost …
Seven of us. All women. All writers. Spanning the decades. Mothers, daughters, sisters, spouses, grandmothers. All but two strangers to each other. …
Yes, it is Saturday afternoon, and I am writing a blog post. I’m like Walter Mitty, pretending to be actually a new-age …
I think I go through it every year at this time. I don’t even know what to call it: shutting down, transitioning, …
I’ve spent the past two weeks with my aging parents, helping them navigate the here and now while trying to survive myself in …
The moment every writer dreads: turning on the computer to your most current project, only to find it missing, gone, vanished into the …
Well. I certainly had no idea that writing a cookbook would take so much time and effort. But it has, it does, …
Love this gorgeous graphic from http://mindvalleyacademy.com. Haven’t read Thrive, but certainly this is a nice reminder of how much a part balance plays …
Being a writer means you get to do all kinds of interesting things, and the world of the Internet has opened up …
Lest you think that following a vegetarian or vegan lifestyle means giving up yummies, I decided that the day after National Chip …
