Mozambique
It is March, 2017. I am in Mozambique—Maputo, the capital city to be precise—at a fancy hotel on the beach. Beyond this deck the Indian
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Cosmic Quakes
Originally posted March 2021 [Fatigue was my grade two (moderate) reaction symptom from shot number one. The husband and I both found ourselves taking a
California Roots
Originally published in 2017 Between winter storms who trampled through the Puget Sound area like a stampede, leaving heaps of wet white stuff all over
Art, Music, Nursing. But first, Writing
Originally published Spring, 2019 I’m packing. Retirement is coming up fast. Someone asked me, “How do you feel about retiring?” and I answered, “I don’t
Christmas Rose
It’s a challenge to write a Christmas Eve post that has nothing to do with standing tall in tough times. Except that singing is the
What I said in 2017
Could a computer run the United States? Let’s suppose we’re not that far off from this. I probably won’t be alive and neither will Donald
Hill House for Halloween
Originally published OCTOBER 2017 I’m watching my favorite Halloween movie as I write this. Directed by Robert Wise, Claire Bloom’s clothes by Mary Quant, and
Exploring Plot with a Friend
Originally published November, 2017 My husband and I, with the assistance of an Australian red blend, discussed a story idea. He writes, too, and in
Hacked
Originally published September 2020. Today it’s a two-dog, one-cat writing space. Outside blessedly cool coastal clouds ward off, with magical signage, the 90-plus days before
The Contemplative Life
Originally published 2020 I have a thing for fiction about nuns. And a quiet admiration mixed with puzzlement. I can only imagine the shape of
Writing about the Future
(Originally written in 2018. I laid the project–working title The Women’s War–aside for the English Mastiff book, available on this website. Maybe it’s time to
How I Made my Peace with Buttercup
Ranunculus repens is not a friendly plant. It doesn’t want to make friends. It wants to spread across your garden like a green rash that
The Real West: Utah
May, 2018 From our little cabin at Sevier River Ranch my sister and I can look down into the Sevier Valley at Hatch Station, a