It appears I’ve crossed the invisible age barrier and become a part of “them.” I’m now one of those people who used to annoy the crap out of people like me by comparing everything going on today with how wonderful it used to be when they were young. Take Halloween,...
Spellcheck doesn’t think “Soapwriting” is a real word. And maybe it’s right. But I used to define it as a means of gainful employment, and one I considered in my youth. I was raised “on the Soaps,” as we used to call the daytime serial dramas that played on midday...
My cleaning lady turned 85 this week. Yes, you read that right. The woman who comes in to vacuum my carpets and clean my toilets is now eighty-freakin’-five! And even though she can’t quite reach the back of the oven any more, and she stopped moving the coffee table...
Saturday, October 29, from 1 to 3 p.m., I’ll be setting up shop at Olde Towne Trading Post in Ilwaco. My newest release, a 226-page feel-good Christmas collection will be available, along with my four other titles and a large assortment of Chicken Soup for the Soul...
“But there is no joy in Mudville… “ Some of you will recognize that quote as the first half of the last line from “Casey at the Bat,” Ernest Thayer’s epic poem written in 1888. And those who have that cultural literacy link can also finish the line with...
