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 […]
You know I had to read my last post to see where I left off. Lol. Apologies for my absence from the blogosphere, not so much for not writing as for not reading. Whoa, I am so behind that I might not bother to try and catch up. Update on […]
Earlier this week my brother-in-law called to give me an update on his wife, my sister. (If you’re reading my blog for the first time, here’s links to my two earlier posts about her: Waiting, but not for Godot and Waiting for Good News Sometimes Pays Off.) He had just […]
You all were so kind with my last post that I want to give you a brief update. Bear with me because the news starts out as not-good. My sister had a setback on Saturday. She was moved back to the hospital and given IV fluids. We were all very […]
I’ve always been indecisive, sometimes very indecisive, but never not indecisive. I wonder if indecisiveness is related to procrastination because I’m afflicted with both conditions. I have worked on my novel a bit here and there, but I’ve been spending the bulk of my creative energy learning punch needle work […]
I wrote this post in 2019. Every Memorial Day (and most days in-between), I think of Ted Albers and how much I miss him. While Memorial Day is for remembering those veterans we’ve lost, do me a favor and also hold close the ones who are still here. (By the […]
Don’t worry. I’m not writing this post from my bathtub. No, I’m well-covered up in comfy clothes (including a wool cardigan), preparing another post of this and that and the other thing. Sigh. Where do I begin? I sometimes think I should write my blog posts one thought at a […]
I wasn’t born yet when my family moved in next to you. My older sister got your heart first. You still had dark hair. You often told me how pleased you were when my family moved in. You never had children of your own. You never married. My family came […]
via LOVING JONI I love this essay to the moon and back. I love when someone’s writing sparks me to write, especially when it’s something other than what I intended to write. Last night my husband and I were talking about my spider phobia. He has taken up macrophotography and […]
The Death of Mrs. Westaway is the third of Ruth Ware’s novels that I’ve had the pleasure of reading and, at this time, it is my favorite. The novel is a modern mystery with a Gothic, even Dickensian atmosphere. Hal, or Harriet, the narrator, is an orphaned waif, barely subsisting off […]
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