Anyone who has ever exchanged email with me probably has noticed the hours I keep. Time stamps tell them I am a confirmed owl. East-coast larks and I often cross days, as they start their days as I am ending … Continue reading
Kate Daniel
The past few weeks have been extra-hectic, and have once again reminded me of one of my own particular pet dilemmas. Consider this an appeal for help, suggestions, ideas, and so forth. The first horn is actually a good one, … Continue reading
A calendar in the sacristy of St. Raphael’s has an Episcopalian-flavored cartoon for each month. In the first panel of April’s cartoon, a priest is shown with arms outspread, saying “Christ is alive!” The second panel shows him sprawled on … Continue reading
This has been a wheezy week for me, replete with headaches and extra fatigue. (Which I need, by the way, about as much as an extra navel.) And the reason is a bit of overly enthusiastic housecleaning down at the … Continue reading
Here comes another installment of the Resurrection of a Writer. I’ll continue these at intervals if there’s interest…and possibly if there isn’t. I find, rather to my surprise, that these posts have been amazingly cathartic, and I hope to be … Continue reading
Everyone probably has heard some version of this one. It’s the old story about the centipede that’s doing fine until someone asks him which foot moves first. At that point, according to one rhyme, he winds up distracted in a … Continue reading
Sometimes a name can feel like destiny. Anyway, that’s my excuse and I’m keeping it. My parents gave me the middle name of Grace, and I’ve used that fact all my life as an excuse for general klutziness. Having the … Continue reading
I doubt if any writer ever avoids using details from her personal life and experience. That oddball Latin teacher in ninth grade, the eccentric neighbor who collected birdbaths, the obnoxious boss with his mean-spirited sense of “humor”…such individuals lodge in … Continue reading
Words and music have been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. Just as I can’t remember being unable to read, I can’t remember a time when I didn’t delight in making music. We got … Continue reading