Last weekend I gave birth to my fourth child… My fourth one-act play hit the stage after much anticipation and great fanfare. Three times I watched my story unfold. Three times I listened anxiously to hear the audience reaction. Three times I nearly wept with pride....
Standing at the sink, shelling hard cooked eggs to make Deviled Eggs for an end-of-the-summer, just-for-the-helluvit potluck, which was code for “Glenn’s 80th birthday party,” I suddenly wondered where the term “Deviled Eggs” came from, and just what was in the...
My friend Glenn turns 80 today, and I’m sure at the potluck picnic this afternoon he’ll be swamped with cards sporting little old men with pants up under their armpits. Seems 80 is the magic number for geezerhood. But the exact age is arbitrary. By definition, a...
Ok, ok, I fibbed. Unintentionally. On August 13, when I said I wasn’t attending any of the practices for my current one-act play in production, I meant it. That is, until the opportunity came up to video tape a dress rehearsal. So I’ve seen “Just Joshin’,” the...
Authors’ Readings at Olde Towne Trading Post in Ilwaco, are held the fourth Wednesday. Last month, after I finished my dinner, I picked up a newspaper, and drove out on the Seaview beach approach for a few minutes to myself before setting off to moderate the...
