I stole that line from Tiny Tim in A Christmas Carol, and I changed it to say Happy New Year instead of Merry Christmas. So, technically, all I stole were the last two words and the intent. It isn’t uncommon for me to quote another author, but I give credit where credit is due, so it’s not really stealing, just
We were living on Vattier Street in Manhattan, Kansas. It was my second Christmas away from my family. The year before, I had problems recovering from giving birth and almost died, so there wasn’t much thought given to a holiday. This year would be different. I was robustly healthy, as was my daughter, Melanie, now a year and a few
I’ve always been a napper. When I was a child, no one had to coax me to take a nap. A glass of milk and a few graham crackers would put me out in sixty seconds. When my daughter came along, she refused to take a nap with me. She didn’t need it. However, I needed it and to achieve
The older I get, the more I like game shows. I’ve always loved Jeopardy, all the way back to Art Fleming. Even if I were watching alone, I’d shout out the answers if I knew them, and I usually knew them. I was sure that if I were ever able to get on the show, I’d win. Nowadays, I know
My Mayse grandparents were farmers. They rose before dawn and worked until dark. My grandma washed clothes on a rippled washboard stuck into a galvanized tub on the back porch. She had to heat water pumped from the backyard well on a wood-burning stove in the kitchen, carry it to the back porch, and pour in into the tub. The
The coronavirus curve here in Nevada has more than doubled for five days in a row, so I’ve gone back into isolation. I balance my time and maybe more to the point, my energies, to try to achieve something with my daily portion of my physical energy and with my creative energy each day. Since this virus thing took effect,