It’s Sunday, 10:30 a.m.  I’ve been awake and up since the sun was invented and I’m sure it must be time — somewhere in the world — for a glass of wine.  A GYNORMOUS glass of wine.  I’m settling instead for a Strawberry Yogurt and a good cry.  I haven’t been able to sleep and  [...]

Here are my feet.  My happy, happy dancing feet.
I don’t love the UPS guy in any way like I love my husband, but yesterday I luuuved the UPS guy for delivering a NEW LAPTOP and I loved my husband more than describable for surprising me with it.  I suppose Dan felt guilty because he has [...]

I thought it perhaps interesting on this hot sunny summer day to take a tour around a working writer’s desk. If you’d rather ride a mule down the Grand Canyon, or see those freaky statues on Easter Island, or take pictures of the Eiffel Tower or something nice like that, by all means, please [...]

For those following the progress of Wilson the Labradoodle, boy-o-boy did he have a big morning. First day of BIG-BOY SCHOOL. I didn’t know whether to dress him in nickers or long pants, regular or bow tie, cuffed or plain sleeves. After much whining and consternation, we finally decided to go with [...]

A while ago I wrote a story. It won a prize. A nice prize. A lovely prize.
Now I’m in the long and arduous process of doing what every other underpublished writer does — I’m querying agents. As I watch a query disappear into my local Postal mail slot, I stick on [...]

I don’t know a lot, but today I know this:

A hug from a one year-old is way better than a double shot, no foam skinny latte.
Missing a meeting to get that hug is worth it.
Babysitting said one year-old all day deserves a gin and tonic tall that night, no questions asked.
Making muscles is hard — [...]

“My life is full of terrible misfortunes most of which never happened.”
Michel de Montaigne (French Renaissance Writer)

So, here’s a typical Saturday in the McCanta house. Hubby gets up early (careful not to waken the the sleeping She-Bear), feeds the dogs without making a sound, dresses silently, then hits the golf course by 6:30 a.m. [...]

If I were George Bailey or Zuzu or Mary, I’d be listening for a bell to ring so I’d know another angel got his wings.
Today’s sad news that NBC News Washington Bureau Chief and moderator of Meet the Press (for over seventeen years) suffered a massive heart event today in his office. CPR was [...]

Wilson! Oh, our dear Wilson.
In human time, Wilson’s just six days from turning six months old. In doggie time, he’s now past young adolescence and entering his dirty rotten teenage years. Our lovely, sweet, cuddly puppy has turned Goth … or worse, Headbanger!
There’s not an imported Belgian rug safe in the house. [...]

When I was a teenager, every year I’d go with my girlfriends to the State Fair. We couldn’t wait! Midway rides that made us all urpy. Cotton candy. Corn dogs. Enough dust to kill your sinuses for a year.
There were BOYS!
Oh, but the Midway games — now, THAT was life. [...]