Retired Is a State of Mind — Six Ways to Know If You’re There Yet
Retired is a state of mind. Not a state of paycheck or work schedule or commute or how much time you spend at the office. Read more.
Was That Old Testament God Just Trying to Keep Us in the Game?
The fiery, judgmental God of the Old Testament and Hebrew Scripture had a redeeming quality that he shared with my persistent little son Peter. Read more.
Confessions of a So-So Wife: The Night I Forgot to Make Dinner
It would be the dinner of my dreams, the married life I’d imagined as a girl back in Detroit. The table would be set, the chicken roasted to a golden brown. Read more.
At Orinda Books: The Author Talked — And So Did the Audience
It was an afternoon of lively interaction between author, audience, and Sister Barbara Hazzard, who read from the story she tells in “Wrestling with God.” Read more.
A Newspaper Story With My Name on It — That I Didn’t Have to Write
For once I was the interviewee and someone else was doing the hard work of conducting the interview. A newspaper reporter was asking my about my new book, “Wrestling with God.” Read more.
Telephoning Those Teenage Babysitters — Rejected Again
What did teenage boys and moms in need of a babysitter have in common back in the day? They had to call up teenage girls. Read more.
“Listen to Your Mother” — Moms Across the Country Get the Mic for Mother’s Day
It was a fun night at A Great Good Place for Books when three funny ladies celebrated “Listen to Your Mother” an Erma Bombeck style collection of mom stories. Read more.
What If You Threw a Book Launch — And Everybody Came?
Was anyone going to show up? My author event Book Passage would start soon, and there were dozens of very empty chairs, waiting to be filled. Read more.
A Cemetery Comes to LIfe — With Tulips
By now my faithful readers know that I’ve got a thing about tulips. So, of course, I dropped everything to take in a local tulip show last weekend. Read more.
The Dracena Is Dead. Long Live the Dracena
I did it. I cut the dracena marginata growing wild in our living room down to size. Read more.