I’d never known my life was incomplete until last month when Hubby and I traveled to Toronto for a conference and rambled into Trattoria Mercatto right behind our hotel. Lemon
As my husband and I age, the thrill of attending Ohio State football games at Ohio Stadium has waned. Frankly, we’d much rather watch in the comfort of our home
On Wednesday nights, a small contingent of my running pace group meets for a few mid-week miles. This week we did four in the thick, humid, central Ohio air. Still
“If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?” ~ T. S. Eliot
“If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?” ~ T. S. Eliot It’s official! This morning I signed a contract with Mango Publishing
Yes, I would like some cheese with this whine. I’ve been home from New Orleans for a few days and have come down with a low-grade fever. The timing for
Ed and I traveled to New Orleans for the Happy Birthday Mr. Faulkner Conference after my memoir manuscript Depression Hates a Moving Target, was short-listed in the Faulkner Wisdom Writing
I’m fortunate to have a lovely bedroom converted to an office in our house. So it’s a bit unfortunate that I have so much trouble writing there. This is a
I forgot to take a “before” photo: meatloaf, green beans, and corn. It was delicious.
Sports fans often ask their athlete idols what they eat. Do readers wonder what famous writers eat? I’m not a famous writer, but what the heck. I’m going to begin
