This morning the husband and I discussed the President. A meme has resurfaced—thanks to the garbage-laden Internet of Mark Zuckerberg—of President Trump, The Orange Mango, User of Makeup Dusted with Gold, Imperial Rambler, Narcissist of Our Age. Two years ago, … Continue reading
The neighborhood was a quieter last night than I expected on the “observed 4th”. Tonight may be a different story. Neighbors set off the Oregon regulation fireworks, small bright things that don’t shoot up into the sky. We are in … Continue reading
“Hey, I’m going to Palm Springs. Want to go?” “Um, yeah!” My friend Mel and her husband are P. S. aficionados. Mel knows when flights and accommodations are cheapest (between Thanksgiving and Christmas), and they have stayed at least a … Continue reading
Writers often say that everything we do is working because inspiration and integration of ideas come at many times when we’re not sitting down at a keyboard. While this is a joke, it does contain some truth. Last week I … Continue reading
The Books of Earthsea: The Complete Illlustrated Edition won the 2019 Hugo for Best Art Book, a special category created by the Dublin convention. This special book includes everything Ursula K. Le Guin wrote about Earthsea, including all the novels, … Continue reading
About this time last year I was blogging about my return to oil painting. Long ago in my life two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I instinctively took one rather than the other. I became a writer, pouring … Continue reading
To music, that is. And the popular medium for use. I’m not sure where to start because if you take the historical view, as I always do, the average twentieth and twenty-first-century United States citizen has had many options for … Continue reading
I need to write the short story meant to come from the brilliant prompt that I sent to my writer’s group: “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.” Right after I finish this blog. There is a story teller/radio comic … Continue reading
Between named winter storms who trampled through the Puget Sound area like a stampede, leaving heaps of wet white stuff all over everything, I managed to get out of Seatac and land in Santa Rosa, Sonoma County, California. Did I … Continue reading
I continue to ponder inequality. Or perhaps it’s more than that, an endless history of things unchallenged or questioned. First, witches. My erstwhile significant other asked me the question: “Why are the males called ‘wizards’ and the females called ‘witches’?” … Continue reading
