I rode “The Duck!”

A couple weeks ago I went on a whirlwind sightseeing trip to Seattle with more activities crammed into two days than the body count of the NYC Subway at rush hour. Early Bird spaces in the parking garage just one block from the Space Needle are $8 for the whole day. A...

If the shoe fits

If you grew up in the 60s, you were present when casual footwear morphed into some kind of personal, political, religious and/or economic statement. “Did you wear Jesus Sandals, Woodstock Sandals, Zorries, Thongs, Flip-flops or Birkenstocks when you were a kid?” I...

Play Misty for Me

Clint Eastwood turned 80 on May 31. (I’m just finding this out, because I’m a couple months behind in reading my AARP magazines.) Clint Eastwood. He’s the guy responsible for me getting grounded the summer before I left for college. It truly wasn’t my fault, but has...

Dancing green bananas

What makes you happy? I mean totally silly, goofy, giggly happy. The kind of happy when you’re suddenly tickled to your toes and you feel like going out dancing in the streets for the pure joy of it. Happiness is often found in the ordinary things and simple...

A writer’s year

My beloved Coastal Writers’ Critique (CWC) began regular bimonthly meetings on July 14, 2006. I have missed very few critique sessions, and am always amazed at what a wealth of information we share and learn at these meetings. Each of the past four years, I have...