Julie, Julie, Julie

Today would have been her 69th birthday. I can tell you that now, since she’s passed on and won’t be hunting me down like a dog for revealing her age. She always lied about her age. Always. It was one of those endearing things about her. Age, after all, is only a...

When one door closes…

It’s been brought to my attention that my last post bordered on whining. And yes, it’s true I’m disappointed I don’t get to go on my annual Idaho retreat this year. But my intention was simply to advise the universe that I am now available for other opportunities. The...

No soup for you!

For over 15 years, I’ve gone “on retreat” during June to the Wood River Valley in central Idaho. I have a friend in Hailey (no, it’s not Bruce Willis) with a house there, and he has graciously given me the run of the place for a week or two every year. I make his home...

Becoming a “Professional” Playwright

Don’t you just love the spelling of the word “Playwright?” Why it’s not “Playwrite” or even “Playright” is beyond me, but nevertheless, the word immediately inspires images of opening night curtains and abundant audience applause. At least for me. I attend live...

Writing as therapy

There’s a lot I don’t share here online. I generally want my blog entries to be upbeat and positive, focusing on what’s right instead of what’s not going so well. The amount of negativity people post on Facebook continually amazes me, and I’ve “hidden” more people’s...