My youngest turned eighteen this week and my grandbaby turned one month old. Time for a family celebration! My youngest is a low-key kind of kid, so we settled on doing a family luncheon for his birthday. All told that should have been easy—right? No wild party or loud music to disturb the neighbors. The family knows what the house looks like, so I don’t have to clean it within an inch of its life. … Continue reading →
Happy International Cat Day! What a great way to start the week, celebrating our favorite furry friends. There’s a stereotype about writers and their cats–I’m not sure you’re allowed to be a writer without at least one cat. Mine like to be helpful. They make sure I am nice and warm when I hang out in my writing chair, working on something the old fashioned way. Even when I’m typing they make certain that my hands … Continue reading →
‘When angry, count to four; when very angry, swear.’ ~Mark Twain As a writer, I find I’m often in the position to discover things about myself as I wander about in my story worlds. One of the recent discoveries is that I cuss like a kindergartener. Seriously, I do. Kind of embarrassing that. But given that for the first maybe forty (ack!) years of my life, I never really did it, maybe I … Continue reading →
So, it’s been an interesting week. Following our canoeing adventures, we were settling back into our normal routines, including getting back to my morning runs. Several days into it, everything was great. Everything felt good, was getting comfortable with longer distances, even the heat felt manageable. Ok, that should have been a sign I needed to worry. Cue ominous music here. Last Thursday morning, two miles into a run with #2 son, we were hashing … Continue reading →
When one is the mother of boys and only boys, one expects that there will be very little pink and fluff in one’s life. On the other hand, one does not anticipate one’s vacation including trying to pitch a boat over a twenty foot drop onto a stony beach. Last weekend we took a trip to the Texas Hill Country. I gave the boys (ok, young men as they are 17 and 21) the option … Continue reading →
