If we only knew
I eased into the recliner in the great room here at Vanaprastha, covered myself with a warm throw blanket, and opened my iPad. I’d downloaded several memoirs that might compare to mine. Along with target audience, author bio and publications, platform,...
Marriage in the Middle
We sat in lawn chairs around an open fire, glad for the warmth against the crisp evening and the physical distancing we’ve experienced in the past several months. Our pastor and his wife had invited the elders and their wives for a backyard gathering and dessert....
Grace is getting what we don’t deserve
May the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you all. 2 Corinthians 13:14 Early last Friday morning, while sipping coffee during my devotions, I read the verse noted above...
Comedy’s Formula
I got my sense of humor from my mother. I’d tell her my tragedies. She’d make me laugh. She said comedy is tragedy plus time. – Carol Burnett “I think we’re going the wrong way,” my son David said. We had decided to take the longer, more leisurely trail back to the...
Building a platform
A gentle breeze rustled the pages of my legal pad while I took notes on the bistro table—outside so as not to disturb Keith. On the other end of the phone was author and writing coach Lisa Romeo. After attending her reading at HippoCamp 2018, I’d purchased her...
Risk of Reaction
A heavy blanket of fatigue wrapped around me as I read into the evening. We’d spent the afternoon running errands, so my weariness did not surprise. But then came the head and body aches. At 8 o’clock, Keith asked, “Do you want to watch a movie or something...