For the first two weeks of September, I was fighting a head cold. You know the kind–starts with a sore throat, progresses to a stuffy head, a runny nose, winds down to a racking cough. Normally, I would indulge myself in the kind of food I normally avoid—carbs, but when I’m sick, I feel I should have whatever I want.
In a fit of environmental concern, I recently ordered ten rolls of bamboo toilet tissue. The ad said it compared to Charmin. No, it doesn’t. While it does the job, it has more the consistency of typing paper than Extra-Soft anything. I hope to try another brand in the future, but first, I have to use up what I have
Every now and then, someone asks me where I find my characters. The truth is, I steal them. Almost every one of my leading characters is based on someone I know. Interesting enough, when I seek their permission and ask, “Would you rather be a killer or a victim,” no one wants to be the victim. Thus, ninety percent of
A guest post from my writing colleague, Darryl Reed I spent years telling my wife, my family, and my friends I intended to write. Of course, no one listened. When I finally retired, we moved into an age 55-plus community in Henderson, Nevada. I joined a writers club called the Anthem Authors at the activity center. It proved to be
I don’t care for golf. I don’t like soccer, even now that women are getting closer to a fair-pay arrangement. Swimming bores me. I couldn’t care less about the Super Bowl. I only sit down for a few of the Olympic contests, mostly skating and gymnastics. That being said, I just finished watching “The Natural” for the one-hundredth time—or pretty
I was born long before they came up with the term, Attention Deficit Disorder, but a friend recently diagnosed me. She says I’m a doer. Actually, an over-doer because I usually work on several projects at the same time. (note that she didn’t say over-achiever. Some of the things I tackle are failures. I figure, “dream big.” ) If you