Words matter or word smatter? You decide.
A couple of nights ago, something started thump-whumping on my back door. I didn't think anything of it at first; my house often makes creepy noises that flare up and then disappear. This one kept happening, though. It's August, a little late for the giant Junebugs that don't realize a giant pane of glass stands... Continue Reading →
I love food. For most of my life, creating it has been part of my identity. As an adolescent, I baked. When, as a newly minted adult, I called myself a good cook, my dad countered and said I was a good baker--he didn't really know whether I could cook. So I rose to the... Continue Reading →
I'm struggling again with blog writing, as you may have surmised from my absent posts this week. I've started second guessing my ideas: Who would want to read that? I'm worried about my tone: Sheesh! You sound like Pollyanna, always turning things into glib sunshine and rainbows. I lose my grasp on fleeting ideas: I... Continue Reading →
Stilfehler / CC BY-SA When I visited my hairdresser the other day, I went armed with an idea. Mind you, for nearly twenty years I've told her, Do whatever you want. Once in a while I tell her to leave the length, thin it a bit, get it out of my face, but the execution--if... Continue Reading →
As a side gig, I write articles for a local magazine. As much as I enjoy it, it's like exercise: the hardest part is getting started. I'll sometimes spend hours--yes, hours--agonizing over the title. The computer screen never looks blanker than when I stare at it waiting for inspiration. It isn't that I don't know... Continue Reading →
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