Yes, I’m still here. Unlike Schrödinger’s cat, there is no paradox. I exist whether I’m boxed or not. And, much like Mark Twain, “Reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.” But this past year hasn’t been easy for me. I really did almost die a few times. I was locked downstairs for days weeks! Although, if … More Roxie’s Fire and Fury
I thought about calling this post “Rocks in My Pocketbook” but I realize it would date me. Pocketbook is a bit passe, like etui or reticule or bodkin. So “bag” will suffice . Our church school’s curriculum for this year is using elements of music, art, writing, and drama in teaching the Bible. I was … More Rocks in My Bag
Last Sunday Charley and I took a walk together. We love to walk around holding hands, but this was a bit different. It was a 5K walk/run fundraiser for the group that is helping Charley in his quest to end cancer – to find a cure for this disease – ZERO-The End of Prostate Cancer. … More Sunday Morning Holding Hands
Edith Wharton had a vivid imagination. As a child, she loved to play a game she called “Making up” which involved inventing stories as, book in hand, she walked around feverishly chanting as if in a trance. This caused her parents much consternation. When friends came to play, she asked her mother to entertain them … More Edith’s Vivid Imagination
We’ve had a busy few days up in the Berkshires, mixing book business with fun. Our primary purpose was to check with the places carrying my children’s books to see if they needed more copies. And on Tuesday, I was scheduled to read with families at The Mount, home of the writer Edith Wharton. (But … More I Visited Utopia Today
Today is Charley’s Birthday! As many of you know, my husband is a cancer survivor, in remission, but still involved in clinical studies to find the cure. We were in Baltimore at Johns Hopkins this week and after all of the regular hospital stuff, we took time to walk around the Inner Harbor and have … More On Gallivanting
During the news coverage of one of the recent marches, I noticed a young man with a sign that read, “Blink, Melania, if you need help.” It was something I myself often have thought about every time I’ve seen her in public with her husband, because there is no doubt in my mind that he … More Blink!