Mother’s Day
Earlier this week, Sunday, May 10, 2026, was Mother’s Day, and I hope you all had a wonderful time, whether you’re a mother, a daughter, or both. Thanks to my daughter, Wendy, and son-in-law, Jeremy, I had a marvelous day. They brought a beautiful bouquet of roses and a variety of complementary blossoms, and took…
Old Favorites
I seem to be mixing up the categories this time around—I started to blog about Tule, one of my two beloved dogs and how he sometimes shoots past me like an arrow, ears back, tongue lolling, his way of playing tag, I guess. For obvious reasons, I decided I ought to switch that post to…
Letters to My Future Self
This is an idea I wish I’d learned when I was a lot younger, but I’m thinking, better late than never. This, obviously, is a journaling project. Since I already do Morning Pages, per Julia Cameron’s teachings in THE ARTIST’S WAY, I won’t be writing in this new notebook every day, but at reasonable intervals….
A Message from God
The most amazing thing happened over the weekend. I was feeling discouraged, and I prayed, asking God for insight, for help, for strength. It was evening and, soon after I’d prayed, I called the dogs in from the yard and was about to call it a day—have supper, maybe watch an episode or two of…
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 did acrylic pouring, and I even sold a few pieces. Back then, I had a large area to work (play ☺) in. Since I downsized—and I’m very glad I did…
One Paragraph at a Time
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 40 Lent Season series on the Hallow app, which is why I remembered it, and the story is a version of the parable of the prodigal son in the Bible—small…
Giving up the Negativity
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 fascinated me. But they did make me angry. There were body-cam videos of police officers arresting or simply trying to question nutcases who seemed to think the law didn’t apply…
What Are the Odds?
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 Scottsdale, Arizona, I took an art class—several, really—and one of the instructors, a woman whose name I don’t remember now, befriended me. One fine morning, when I was in the…
Something New…
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 I was blocked and burned out for several years, and the results were discouraging, to say the least. Depression can be brutal, as I’m sure many of you already know,…
An Evening in San Diego
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 one was limited to a few hours on Friday afternoon/evening and set up along a street lined with restaurants and shops. Honestly, the experience was quite nearly magical. Music played,…