Light. Love it. Can’t live without it. By mid-January I’m grateful to see longer days and later sunsets. But the blinding light of an obnoxiously bright computer screen is not what I had in mind by light. I recently replaced…
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Teachers Can Inspire Lives Forever
Quick, the baby’s asleep! I gotta write this before she wakes up. (Yes, that’s a recently emptied baby bottle in the background). I was thinking today about all the wonderful teachers I’ve had over the years, and what a profound…
Writing Grandma, Full-time Precious Baby
My beautiful new granddaughter Aya! She’s over a week old now and doesn’t have quite so many wires attached. She’s lovely, did I mention that? Babies change lives and it’s babies who change the world. We adults have to alter…
Power of the Arts to Lift Hearts and Inspire Hope
Although I seldom read science fiction, I’m completely spellbound by STATION ELEVEN, a National Book Award Finalist by Emily St. John Mandel. It’s set in America’s great lakes region after a fictional pandemic wipes out most of the world. What’s…
Writing & Editing with the Pets
Writing with pets, children and grandchildren can be an exciting challenge and it might look a bit messy. Well, more than a bit. But these are lapdogs who cannot be denied their rightful place at the table, or chair with…
An Aspiring Author’s Website Struggles
As an aspiring author, I love to write. There’s no shortage of interesting topics. But I can’t communicate with others online until I figure out how to get a few web pages to work like I want them to. People…
Real Life Art Gallery Brings Real Joy
This summer I had the chance to wheel a lovely senior lady around an assisted living center where every hall featured a breathtaking variety of artwork. It was a big place, so we toured hallway after hallway filled with art.…
Books to the Rafters
The joyful art of reading books is still alive and well in the 21st century. I’m a book addict. There hasn’t been a television in my home since 2002. Lots of people would say I’m living in the dark ages,…
Thoughts While Riding My Pink Bike
“It’s gonna be a hot one,” says my neighbor from her yard. She leans on the handle of a garden tool that ends in finger-like claws. I’m pushing my pink bike past her up the hill. Biking by her immaculate mobile…