Still Choosing

Happy 65th wedding anniversary this week to my wonderful parents. Life has changed a bit for them in the past few years. The circle of their activity has become smaller, but the sphere of their influence has grown larger as their children, grandchildren, and...

It Isn’t Personal

  My husband is a long-suffering saint when it comes to my writing career. He gave me a classy office in his clinic where I get to write between tasks at the day job. And, he keeps hoping the writing will do something besides cost him money. He remains generous,...

Somebody Has to Make Breakfast

  It is Book Release Week at our house. In my make-believe-world, that means I float about town in gracious author-mode doing only book-related things all day. In reality, I still have to do the laundry. I sat down with my long-suffering husband a few days ago...

We Were Young Once

  On our first Valentine’s Day together, my future-husband, Wendell, and I were eighteen and nineteen years old. We had been dating five months. And, we had been engaged since November. Thus, the foolish part. I blame Viet Nam. I tell people often that in...

Going for the Gold

I read recently about a famous neurologist who became fascinated by the periodic table at a young age. He started correlating his birthdays with it. At the age of eleven he could say he was sodium, and at 79 he became gold. I love that. I’ve always believed we...