I am in Albuquerque. Whoa. Crazy. The Women’s Fiction Writers’ Association, or at least 80+ of the 1000+ member association, have gathered here for the
In the early days of blogging, an entire decade ago, I read my peers widely. In those days, I made friends I am bonded to
Occasionally when you have nothing to add, you still have to write. On 9/11, 2001, I started to drive to work. Crossing over the freeway
Good gray morning to you, my friends. This August the coast of Northern California, in contrast to the incinerating Eastern and Central regions, has been
It’s almost finished! This is my writing/guest/exercise/conscious purchasing/life space. Ta-da! A while back, I made my son’s old room look nice. That was satisfying in
Good morning. If you remember, I am prone to caveats when posting my outfits. I’ve been concerned about the inaccuracy of my mirror. So, we
The other day I had the most vivid and sudden image of aging. (It was the morning I came down with vertigo; I hypothesize a
No full post today, as I’ve been hit with a bout of vertigo. Did you know we have microscopic crystals in our ears that help
Today I’d like to ask you to go read my friend Frances’s recent post on her blog, Materfamilias. (If, of course, you have not already.)
As it turns out, my favorite outfit for serious heat remains a simple jersey skirt that falls well below my knees, and a t-shirt. Surprise;).
Somewhere between cabañas with a beloved husband and the backyard with fountain lies a house stay on the Russian River. Less cryptically, I just got
My comments have been fixed. Is that not wonderful? You all are a gift. We can travel, now. Also as was always possible, we
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