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Why Bother?

Do you know how many novels are published in the United States each year? A lot. Maybe as many as one million, depending on which report you read. That statistic can make a struggling author decide to give up. Why bother? The same thing is probably true of golfers...

Don’t Hate Me, But I Miss My Day Job

I miss the people, of course. That is a given. The co-workers. The boss. (I'm still married to him, but he works for The Man now, and l can't go with him.) I especially miss the ones we served in our little country medical clinic. Less obvious things are missing, too....

The Best Part of Christmas

This is the week that some of us are feeling a little stress about bringing the magic on Christmas morning. Maybe we didn't buy socks and underwear, but we aren't wrapping iPhones or hiding Christmas puppies, either. Sometimes, the gifts just don't feel as special as...

This is Dedicated to the Ones We Love – and Lost

Last year, I couldn't even bear to put out a picture of my dad at Christmastime. And the first week of the month reminded me how much I missed my mother-in-law. The cold, grey days brought back memories of a cemetery sixteen years ago and of a grandbaby ushered into...

I’ve Become a Beatles Song

  Before I got out of bed this morning, I tapped into my phone and listened to a young Paul McCartney sing, "When I'm Sixty-Four," because, well, I am now. It's a catchy song with a nice tune, and it paints a dreamy picture of old age. The balding, old man is...

What I Remember

I'm sure the water was cold, but I don't remember that. I remember soft snowflakes on my face as my grandfather prayed. I remember the sound of "Amazing Grace" coming from the small congregation on the pond bank. I remember the heavy quilt they wrapped me in when I...