When I look at a completed book, beautiful and inviting with its shiny cover, whether it’s mine or someone else’s, I think how effortless it looks, like someone just wrinkled her nose and presto! There was the finished product. The only people who know better are the author, publisher, and editor. Take, for example, the […]

Today is the Birthday
This is the birthday of someone very near, dear, and special to me. An old birthday song keeps playing in my head, “Today is the birthday, I wonder of whom; I know it’s for someone who’s right in this room. So, look all around you for somebody who is smiling and happy–my goodness! It’s you.” […]

Storms, Visible and Invisible
My policeman neighbor drives down the street, on his way to work this morning. Another neighbor, farther up the hill, drives past my window. What do they think about, these friends, these people who briefly appear in my field of vision? Do they face internal storms? Are they worried or excited or happy or sad? […]

Waltzing Into Wednesday
You know how in a waltz, dancers glide across the floor? Well, my thoughts are gliding across the floor this morning, here, 2-3-, there, 2-3-, waltzing into Wednesday. Yesterday, I went to the library and found three books by favorite authors: Tragic Magic and Postcards From the Dead by Laura Childs; also, Our Lady of […]

A New Old Gift
Although this is June, yesterday seemed like Christmas. My friend Fran sent a box of old books and piano music by way of mutual friends Susan and Rodney. I haven’t had a chance to delve deeply into the novels and recipe books yet, but I see dates like 1913 and 1940. One is a cookery […]

Tea for Two
“So, what do you think?” I asked Helen. “Should I explain more fully about the red rose against the head stone?” We were discussing the edit of Grave Heritage and I had a few questions about making my meaning clearer concerning Darcy and Flora and their discovery toward the end of the book. Sometimes an […]

