Art is Therapy
For me, art is therapy. I’m no Georgia O’Keefe, mind you. Crafting is probably a better word for what I do. For several years, I…
April 17, 2026
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For me, art is therapy. I’m no Georgia O’Keefe, mind you. Crafting is probably a better word for what I do. For several years, I…
I’m reading the Dostoevsky novel, THE BROTHERS KARAMOV—one paragraph at a time. Why? Certainly a reasonable question. The book was featured on this year’s Prayer…
Stuff I used to watch on YouTube. Stuff my smart daughter calls “rage-bait” I would have described those videos as drama, rather than rage-bait. They…
What Are the Odds? Synchronicities. I’ve experienced a lot of these over the years, but one stands out in my mind. Years ago, living in…
I’m in the plotting stage of writing my next novel, tentatively titled THE REFUGE, and let me tell you, I’m excited. And grateful. Grateful because…
San Diego is full of friendly people and pleasant places, and yesterday, Jeremy, Wendy and I visited a local Farmer’s Market. Unlike many others, this…
As some of you may know, I’m the daughter of a town marshal—Grady “Skip” Lael, of Northport, Washington, the small community where I grew up. …
At last, I’m feeling better, although I’m not fully recovered. This cold has been a challenge, that’s for sure. It’s my belief, though, that even…
I can’t, but I know a Guy. That’s a line from a t-shirt I love to wear. In fact, I have quite a collection of…
Well, that nasty cold is still hanging on, so I didn’t get to this blog as soon as I wanted to. This afternoon, while rummaging…
