Dear Hulk

Dear Hulk

Dear Hulk, I’m sorry I did what I did. You were a good parakeet and very little trouble. But remember, you were thrust upon me, as, I suppose, I was thrust upon you. I’m sure life offered you few choices. I’m sorry about that. I picture you, baby budgie, being snagged...
Dear Mrs. Hinkley,

Dear Mrs. Hinkley,

Dear Mrs. Hinkley, I’m sorry that I never called on you that last time. You remember how you asked me to? How when I told you I was no longer going to clean Mr. Orland’s apartment complex for you, you asked me to “stop by” just one more time? That was quite a job you...
In Search of a Star

In Search of a Star

It’s been a long time since I’ve written in this blog. Sorry about that, dear friend. See, things are changing in my life, and as a result I’m finding myself a bit tongue-tied. Not to worry. The changes aren’t bad, and maybe changes is the wrong word. Maybe...
Mac is Back (and so am I)

Mac is Back (and so am I)

Hello friends! Did you miss me? I kind of got sidetracked, I know. Working on another novel. Adjusting to the new post-pandemic Fun Institute. And by that I mean, constantly adjusting. Masks on. Masks off. On again. Then outside. Inside. Back outside. Sheesh. Even for...
The Terrifying Dark Spot

The Terrifying Dark Spot

I was lying in bed with Dixie. It was morning. We were engaged in what we refer to as cuddle therapy, which basically means putting off the day’s chores by remaining in bed an extra half hour. We usually laugh a lot during this time. We recount any dreams that we...
Why is it so Hard…?

Why is it so Hard…?

The other day I did a full hour of yoga—on my own. And I felt great afterwards! My hips felt loose, my shoulders unknotted, my brain less busy. So why why why don’t I do this more often is the obvious question. Back in the day when I could go to in-person classes, I...
How We Talk

How We Talk

Maybe it’s my background in theater, but I love novels with lots of juicy dialogue. But what makes dialogue good? What makes it ring true? Here’s one thing: sometimes we don’t talk to each other, we talk at each other. An example from real life. But first, a little...
A Pirate’s Dream

A Pirate’s Dream

The inauguration is today! Yipee! We’ve voted the maniac crook lying misogynist narcissist out of the White House. He wanted a military-style sendoff? Shoot him from a cannon, say I. To be completely transparent, at this moment, as I sit here at my desk writing, the...
The Power of Belief: A Holiday Tale

The Power of Belief: A Holiday Tale

They say that to change someone’s belief about something, you need to change all the other beliefs holding it up, aka: the scaffolding of that belief. It started years ago with Dixie’s mom sending us a Greenberg smoked turkey every Thanksgiving. Once a small family...