1, When someone I cherish dies, the wound is deep, but clean. J. was a quiet warrior. She contracted polio as a young woman, not too many years before vaccines took the fear out of summertime crowds (and made Disneyland possible.) Doctors told polio survivors to fight the weakness that accompanied . . . → Read More: Things I’ve learned this month…
As expected, I took the Kindle to bed Monday night, all loaded up with intriguing samples, and quickly discovered that, as a reader, I really like being able to sample a couple thousand words before I purchase a book but, as an author, sampling is a major challenge.
As I see it, . . . → Read More: 36 Hours with Kindle Kaos
Let’s see…since my last post I’ve done my taxes (oh joy, oh rapture), done the page proofs for The Guardians, begun to mourn the loss of a good friend, grappled with a complete lack of a grief-response to the sudden death of a neighbor, and, at about 2PM this afternoon, EDT, . . . → Read More: Kindling
I never gave much thought to El Niño until I moved to Florida in 1997. I suppose there must have been El Niños before then…years of unseasonable seasons…but I wasn’t aware of any great pattern to them (of course, I grew up in the days of the comic-relief weather-guy…the one who invented . . . → Read More: El Niño and me