The Rascals beat out the Beatles as my favorite music group when I was growing. I had a major crush on Felix. Many thanks to everyone who commented on my Monday post and provided me with sage advice. Ironically (maybe?), on Wednesday, before I got around to responding to comments, […]
In a New Yorker article (September 13, 2021), author Amia Srinivasan made this observation: “[…] the Internet, […] has simultaneously given us too much to read and corroded our capacity to read it.” The context was feminism and what we think we know about it, but her description of how […]
One of my nephews texted me this afternoon that he has seen my sister and she was in good spirits, smiling and looking forward to her lunch. See this post if you wonder why I’m surprised. So the “scoop” (as my family likes to call news) is that the wing […]
I’ve been down this dike before with you. I often veer off our path gaping at clouds in the wide blue sky, shuttering a desire to leave my bike and explore the bayous. It’s why we’re here, to feel the expanse of nature, the filling of our souls. Often ordinary […]
Since I’m still in “procrastination mode,” I decided to participate in a word prompt via Dale via Sammi. Use this word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your […]
Hey, everyone, did ya miss me? Aside from hawking Jill Weatherholt’s latest novel (see here), I’ve been absent from the blog for roughly 6 weeks. As y’all might remember, my husband had back surgery (see here) the day before I started an intensive online writing workshop through Orion Magazine. Hey, […]
Now that I’m retired, I need a vacation. I need some time to move the furniture around in my brain as well as my house. I survived my last week of work. I survived a lovely surprise retirement party via Microsoft Teams. I was both humbled and thrilled by the […]
As if I needed another reason to anticipate a new chapter in my life, I received word yesterday that an anthology of essays and poems on aging–including one of my own–has just been published!
It’s interesting that the only “work” people seem to understand is that which you do for a company or a government. That if you say you work for yourself, people assume you don’t work at all. It makes me wonder how work is defined.
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I’ve finally succumbed. The market is saying that 99 cents is too high a price for this entertaining and informative transcript of a podcast that never was. But because Amazon won’t let me make it perma-free as a promotional tool, I’m going to do…