I'm sitting here in my office watching the ice melt off the roof. The sun is shining and its bitterly cold. I'm comforted by the fact that spring will eventually come. After 65 years of living, I've never seen it fail, though at times, the wait was excruciatingly long....

Well, I've been busy and deliberately didn't post here until I had something new to say. Honestly, I've been a tad obsessed and when that happens, everything else stops, including housekeeping, writing, art, and other stuff. 

What have I been obsessing about? Well, bac...

These days time seems to be truncated, at warp speed, here one day and gone the next. It's driving me crazy especially as I approach my 65th birthday next week. How did I get here so fast? I remember the times, especially when I was a much younger woman with toddlers,...

You know, there is nothing quite so healing as getting down and dirty. I'm not talking about sex either, although a good down and dirty love-making session actually is very healing, if its with the right person at the right time. 

No, I'm talking about housecleaning, c...

Finally! A getaway, down to beautiful Charleston, S. C. to spend the weekend with Carolina McMullen (who has a new novel coming out in May) thanks to my local girl (and highly seasoned technical writer/girlfriend herself) Pat West. The weather, the food, and the compan...

I am glad you are here. Yep, that's me in the picture. No airbrushing or photo alteration, no glitz and glam here, certainly not the version of me that you see on other websites, back in the day when I was doing a lot of radio and television, writing books with "attitu...

Do I still have rough seasons? By all means, and you will hear about it here when it happens. In fact, I've just come through a difficult time. Too many suicide debriefings, health issues, an unusually cold, long winter and a close encounter with accidental carbon mono...

What's up with the red bicycle on my Contact Form? That's my business card, of course.

I chose the symbol for several different reasons, one being that the very first picture I truly spent time painting a few years back featured a red bicycle. Maybe I'll get brave enou...

So, what were my problems? What was I so sad about? Why am I qualified to write about emotional pain, at least from a personal standpoint.

Well, it started in childhood as it does with most of us, of course. Except that It took me many years to figure out what had been...