Dear Mrs. King,

I have a confession to make: I sleep  with your husband, Stephen King every night. Just thought I would let you know.  Now I don't want you to think I am a rank and file fan . I have not read every novel he has written and neither… Read full post »

My dad was a news man. He didn't write for a newspaper or report it on T.V. --he just loved the news. He would plop a newspaper over my book and say, "Here, read this and find out what's going on the world!" I was not interested, my world consisted of… Read full post »

     My earliest memory of my oldest brother, Bill was of he and I sitting at a window and him teaching me how to count to ten in German.  He was a very good teacher because I still remember how--but that is what big brothers are for.

     Then there… Read full post »

Shopping carts: wrath of God or just luck of the draw? I for one have no clue but side on the theory of the former because I ALWAYS--AND I MEAN ALWAYS get the bad shopping cart.

I am the Job of the shopping cart world because anything that can possibly go… Read full post »

When my son was little, he loved Barney, I didn't, hence the following essay. So many years later, I thought the nightmare was over but what you know, my grandson loves Barney too. Help!

           Has it happened to you yet? Has Barney come to your t… Read full post »

Find God's match for  you. We've all seen the commerical and each time I see the thing, I roll my eyes and think, "Oh come on now, seriously?" Not that I am anti-God, previous posts have shown, I am not. I think maybe I am anti-somedaymyprincewillcome.

The more dating match sites… Read full post »

 To all those young kids who speed through channels faster than they text, stop when you see Seinfeld flash on the screen.  For those who meander down the Tao of Seinfeld they will discover  a philosophy of life for those of us who have none. The center of this phil… Read full post »

Okay, it’s hard to admit even to yourself  late at night when there is no one around but you can do it:  Your kid is a nerd.  Socially inept, gangley, bookish, likes horses, runs like a girl and talks to a bug he keeps in a jar when you’re not there. … Read full post »

My early childhood memories of eating are blurred. I don't remember my birth mother feeding me. My older brother remembers food smells. My aunt Eleanor said my sister was a good cook. I just remember being hungry all the time. The only thing I remember eating is white bread with sugar or ma… Read full post »

There is a little secret you should know about me--I'm addicted to food shows. I can watch all the cooking shows over and over and over. I will watch the travel shows that show cooking exotic things (my personal fav is Anthony Bourdain, I mean who doesn't love snarky?).

I'll… Read full post »

I went to the cardiologist the other day and when he listened to my heart he called in his boss and said he wished he had a couple of interns to listen my sonic booming murmur. Kinda reminded me of my childhood so I am reposting this earlier essay.      

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When I found The Baha'i Faith at 17, it had me, hook, line and sinker.  It bathed me in it's sea of writings. It formed me with it's clay of purpose. I was made new. For many years, my faith  deepened and I saw all life through it's prism and what it reflected… Read full post »

First of all let it be known, I am NOT a feminist. Haven't been since I became a mother (that's another essay). Second, this request is not directed at men.

Men can call me: Hon, Sweetie, Babe. Don't mind at all, in fact, because I have one wandering eye, bad… Read full post »

Every time I get a little money, I am on my way. Breath baited like an alcoholic with the shakes. Blood spinning faster than a compulsive gambler's at the poker table. I got an itch deeper than a junkie's. I'M GOING TO THE DOLLAR TREE, BABY! The skies part, the sun… Read full post »

My brother, Wolfe had a 1969, Plymouth Fury III. He and I used to ride around, nothing to do for a teenager, Midland Texas--I was his wingman. We  listened EXCLUSIVELY to Elton John 8 track tapes: Tiny Dancer, Mad Man Across The Water, and of course, Daniel.  Once w… Read full post »

Last night, I saw an Oprah repeat with Suzie Orman and the Octo-mom. And Suzie Orman talked about praise and fame and how it gets to be like an addiction. That's what OS is: my strange addiction.

The great thing about OS is it is a great place to read oustanding… Read full post »

The first thing I remember writing was a story about a clock who had a mind and would communicate to the teacher about the goings on when they were alone. I was nine.

The next thing I wrote was a love story about a girl would wanted a boyfriend.… Read full post »

The nice thing about OS is sometimes you get great feedback and then you can dive in again. This essay is also  my tiny hypocrisy-okay my big hypocrisy.

My daughter will tell you, I am a big hypocrite when it comes to my diet. In public, at meetings and such, I will tout the… Read full post »

Dude! Don't text when you're giving your mom a hug! Read full post »

I've discovered for me, writing is like eating. When I don't do it. I get weak. I get confused. I start having dreams that I'm lost. I feel a general malaise that if I don't catch turns into depression. I start thinking I should be doing other things: cooking, being… Read full post »

     In the movie, The Sixth Sense (one of the few movies I wasn't able to second guess) the little boy discovers with the help of a psychologist that he can talk to dead people--and that's okay--because nine times out of ten the dead are just like the living-- trying… Read full post »

     There are times in when my writing garden becomes a fallow field and when this happens,  I write about writing--a sacrifice to the literary gods--that maybe, just maybe they will set me on my true path again. I'm still waiting. So, in the i… Read full post »

When I was a senior in high school, my parents started buying meat off a truck that chugged around the nieghborhood --an ice cream truck for grown ups.  It was chocked full of steak, chops, mystery fish and the like.

So now, my mom's over- cooked, dried out piece of meat that… Read full post »

...was just the other day, actually.  I was visiting a new establishment and the music was awesome! The energy was alive in that place. It was definitely a party atmosphere, bells ringing, lights flashing and the place was packed.

I'm telling you, the music was just the best! It… Read full post »