Year: 2016

I am by nature an optimist. There are days, though, when I wonder if that is my insidious license to a certain kind of laziness.

It ended up being a long short week. My five-day weekend included lots of rest, reading, yard work, and even a trip to Spa World

Next milestone achieved: This weekend I FINALLY finished all my revisions. And all my copyedits. (On The Builders.) You might be wondering why I don’t

Time does, indeed begin to heal all wounds. And then there are the reminders of loss that punch you in the gut. We received flowers

It’s been a hard week. The death of a loved one seems to push us closer to the veils of mystery, so real life seems

I’ve missed blogging. It’s a useful vehicle for me to journal my experiences and share them with my friends–known and unknown. This year, though, has

I promised to check in, not knowing that the disaster news from last week would be ultimately personalized this week. Another family member suddenly faces

When news like today’s, from both Orlando and LA, crosses the wire–notwithstanding the whitewashing claiming “worst massacre” that forgets Wounded Knee–it’s easy to get lost

It seems harder and harder these days to find routine in even the smallest things. I missed my check-in last week because I was pushing