I’d like to know who took my Wilson.  It’s okay to come clean with me.  I promise I’m not litiginous.  But I want to know … WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY WILSON?
The last I know, I trotted my dear dog into the groomer’s yesterday.  “He’s got a couple of little matting places next to [...]

The other day I was asked to explain how … or more specifically, why … I wrote a story about Alzheimer’s disease from the inside-out.  From the thoughts and viewpoint of a woman trapped in such a gripping disease.  Why didn’t I just write something simple … like a mystery, or a story about sea [...]

Dorothy had it right.  There IS no place like home.
After a lovely four-day conference in beautiful Seattle, where I met some of the brightest, most accomplished and articulate writers, agents and editors, it was nevertheless good to be home again.  Even with winning a significant award in Poetry and receiving agent invitations to view my [...]

It occurred to me today that I completely missed an anniversary of sorts — the fourteenth anniversary of the removal of a brain tumor.  Kind of a big day in this little woman’s life.  I’ve never before missed marking the day – July 6th.  It’s now seven days past; I only just remembered this morning.
I’ve [...]

We have a swimming pool in the backyard.  Don’t be jealous.  It’s a pain in the patookie!  Especially for Dan whose daily routine includes scooping, brushing, filtering, measuring, testing, muttering under his breath at the inhumanity of it all.  Monthly, the pool gets backwashed with all its innards cleaned, Vaselined and renewed.  Like I said, [...]

It rained last night.  Great heaving drops filled with lightning and sound.  The dogs did well.  Dan and I were enthralled.  At one point, we had 167 lightening strikes in ten minutes.  It was spectacular!
I woke this morning wanting to paint my writing office a soft grey-green, like the desert gets after a rain.  Instead, [...]

Remember the mean dog, Max, in Wilson’s puppy classes?  The one who removes every molecule of oxygen the moment he enters a room?  The German Shephard who only understands commands in German?  The Guard Dog, Max?
He almost bit Wilson.  Let me say that again.  He almost BIT Wilson!  Right in the middle of PUPPY TRAINING [...]

Waiting.  Here’s how you do it:
(1)  Go to the store, aimlessly walk the aisles.  Pick up a bag of potato chips, open the bag, stand in the aisle and eat one chip, put the bag in your cart.  Pay for it.  Throw the bag away on your way out.
(2) Lay on the living room floor [...]