March 2023 While the world outside rages with rain and snow and recessionary lunacy, I’ve been busy, wearing my little fingers to the...

March 2023 The days of our lives to remember are every day, not merely during officially sanctioned holidays and the fêtes declared...

16 February 2023 Yesterday, I spent a couple of hours hand-stitching edging and sewing new buttons onto a rather plain blouse. I’ve...

Mid-February 2023 Peanut butter and jelly: It’s as American as apple pie, but apple pie, at least the store-bought kind, ain’t what it used to be. Nope. The Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich in America has been turned into — courtesy of The Corporation — PB&J, Inc. Yes, the ampersand separating three letters strikes again! Admittedly, I am a finicky eater, and I’ve been very picky — choosy, in fact, about the peanut butter that I eat. I never chose JIF, as a mother, or otherw

Valentine’s Day 2023 Till There Was You By Meredith Willson There were bells on a hill But I never heard them ringing No, I never heard...

11 February 2023 “We” — my Muse and I — have climbed down from that Uncompahgre Plateau, now that THE SILENT HEART has been completed,...

1 February 2023 Composed by Stephen Foster, “Beautiful Dreamer” is one of those songs that elicit sentiments from the heart that cannot...

11 January 2023 This past December, Chance the wonder-hound needed to have a skin tag removed. It was supposed to have been a minor...

January 2023 The winter of my discontent was spent looking for answers that could not be found anywhere but within my self. That winter...

30 December 2022 When I was industriously labouring in Office World at the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, Dead Week was the name that one...

Christmas 2022 This children’s book was published in 1996. The authoress is Susan Meddaugh, and I have to thank her for one of the most...

Christmas 2022 The Shopping Quilt Shopping is a woman’s art for what to hold and for what to part from: the past, or even the present....

Noël 2022 Gifts from This Writer Twas the night before Christmas and I will not deny I was editing scenes of a novel on the sly. I’d been...

21 December 2022 Sometime during Thanksgiving, Dear Husband half-jokingly said to me that I’ve got six weeks left in the year to write...

4 December 2022 Democracy doesn’t die in darkness. It dies in Congress! Today, I started the holiday decorating. A cold, wet day, with...

11 November 2022 This afternoon, I pieced together my Shopping Quilt, listening to Jack Jones. I used to own CDs of Mr. Jones, but for...

November 2022 This autumnal journey is one that I’d planned to undertake and one that is quite unexpected. My writing of SILVER DAGGER...

7 November 2022 This recipe has been altered slightly to allow for the inclusion of a sprinkling of dried cranberries. The prep work is...

Halloween 2022 I was a Black Sheep long before I was a Black Cat, although my beloved and dearly departed black cat, Annabella, would,...

12 October 2022 Not mine, of course, but the titles of the Dinosaurus-Media in Great Britain. This morning, I was reading some news,...