My poor old retriever, Pete, isn’t doing so well. In July we took him to Los Angeles to the Sam Simon clinic to have a tumor removed from his front leg. It was diagnosed as an aggressive soft tissue sarcoma and the surgeon said it would almost assuredly come back, and fast. It did. Two […]
That’s a choice I make, to focus on the colors, to face life as a blank canvas and throw as much paint at it as possible. As Richard Paul Evans said, “Some people in this world have stopped looking for beauty, then wonder why their lives are so ugly.” I’ve faced more than my share
I’ve been a writer and editor nearly my whole life. Like Wonderland’s Alice, my very favorite phrase has always been, “Let’s pretend!” I wrote and directed my first play for my 4th grade class, something about a band of green-skinned aliens, as I recall. I excelled at writing all through school, winning the Creative Writing
I had a deep conversation with my daughter last night. She was watching footage of the Minneapolis riots and couldn\’t understand why a mob of people would behave so. She\’s intellectually challenged so it was a stretch to explain, but she does understand injustice and being bullied. She understands, sadly, how people can be pushed
Buck, our Honda Element, wouldn\’t start one day last week so I rolled up my sleeves, grabbed a few tools, and got my hands greasy. A few minutes later he was purring in the drive, so I came in, put things away, washed my hands, and touched up my eye liner. See what I did
