Having a Saturday

So I've had about enough of this guy: I know, the picture doesn't really give you anything to be immediately irate about. Seemed no matter the angle, I couldn't show how very flat half of that hosta is. So anyway, it's flat. Why? Because we've got a coon that likes to visit at night and... Continue Reading →

I’ve been holding out…

There she is. And there am I, peeking out from m'office. I'm trying to avoid the living room. Why? Because the Last Kid Standing is reading my book, and there is little more terrifying than watching someone read your book. Let me back up... I've been working on this book for a goodly long time.... Continue Reading →

[Way Back Wednesday] I am misplaced

There it is. October 8th, 2016. A gem. Believe it or not, this post was the beginning of what would become a full feature-length memoir. What is still to become a full feature-length memoir. She's only a few pages away from a completed first draft, and only a few months away from a fully completed... Continue Reading →

Nourishment

What is it about time with certain authors that makes me want to write? Anne Lamott. Geneen Roth (kinda). Mike Perry. Looking at the list du jour, it seems that those who make me want to write are those who write like me, or those whom I want to write like, and on my better... Continue Reading →

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