Flit, Flutter, or Fly

Flit, Flutter, or Fly

Fret much? I do. I’ve been more a hummingbird than a Robin since I signed my publishing contract, hovering over everything I must do and haven’t done, beating my wings frantically but not moving outside my figure-eight path: Little people. Edits. New synopsis. Hubby....
Gimme That Old Time Reunion

Gimme That Old Time Reunion

Eighteen months ago we decided to attend our twenty-fifth college reunion. All I needed to do was get published, lose my gray hair, shed forty pounds, get my PhD, cure my nearsightedness, change my whole wardrobe, memorize my college yearbook, and condense the last...
Getting the Proper Perspective

Getting the Proper Perspective

I have worked on the perfect post to capture my topsy-turvy, upside-down life. It covered our move, the start of school, the redesign of my web site, and the hurricane. It’s a thrill-a-minute ride—both my post and my life—like trying to sleep on a bucking bronco. I...
The Word, to the Wise

The Word, to the Wise

During literature today, the little people looked up a few unfamiliar words. When Think Tank typed tilth, his autocorrect feature kept trying to change it to tilts. Maven chuckled at the pronunciation of puissant, while Think Tank wondered if we could call God...
The Comfort Zone

The Comfort Zone

Maven and I can hang. We’re comfy sitting in the same room, with her lounging on one end of the sofa and me on the other, reading, writing, drawing. We share the same space, if not the same orbit, without saying a word to each other. All alone…together. The Earth and...
Dotting Every “i”

Dotting Every “i”

My little people know all about my penchant for pointing out important things like missing commas, double negatives, redundancy, and the oft-misused “I/me” in both the written and spoken word. I’m glad to crawl out from under my rock to discuss all things book and...

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