Neener, neener, neener! The kids are going back to school in a couple days, and I’m not. It’s funny how many folks still ask me every year about this time if I miss it. Just because I “went back to school,” in one form or another, for 46 years—every September from...
I cry easily. Always have. Sentimental movies or Hallmark cards, one particular Folger’s coffee commercial, the sight of the Olympic athletes on the podium during the National Anthem, most everything that even slightly touches the heartstrings often prompts me to sob...
I thought about titling this entry “Cleaning House,” but it seemed more misleading than content enhancing, so I went with this oh-so-much-more-descriptive title. Stalled and stymied at my writing work, tired of playing marathon online solitaire, unwilling to look...
For the fourth year in a row, I have a play included in the One-Act Festival at the River City Playhouse, running Thursday, August 23, through Sunday, August 26. “Motorcycle Mama,” “Just Joshin’,” and “Killer Clam Tide” preceded this year’s “A Visit with Mom.” Don’t...
I don’t often listen to the radio or play CDs in the car, even when I’m driving long distances. During these occasions, I like to let the voices in my head have free rein. (Or maybe that should be free reign, when you really listen to what’s going on in there.) So the...
