Every year the first week in August brings us the Boone County Fair where we remember and see people we haven’t seen in a year. Bruce’s mom used to call…
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Windmill in the south part of DeKalb County Windmills in the south part of DeKalb county. Aren’t wind turbines graceful like gymnasts doing cartwheels? Don’t they make environmental sense, better…
This week Patricia Durgin of Marketers on a Mission interviewed me with regards to my writing work. She titled it: Even Former Publicists Can Find Marketing a Challenge. She is…
While I don’t like to bother you with more than one post a week, I wanted to share this beautiful response to my post “Friendship on the Fourth.” You can…
When we did our taxes in Oakbrook, Bruce and I met up with the wonderful writer and blogger, LB Johnson and her “Partner in Grime”. I wasn’t sure what we’d…
It seemed like all my friends were getting married and I was always a bridesmaid. I was on my way to graduate school. A family friend, Dorothy Harro gave me…
“My original “call” to be a writer happened in the big red barn where we stored our hay, during one winter rain. I’d been reading C.S. Lewis, and wanted to…
The pain, the memories walloped me with fear and anger when someone brought up X. “Make friends,” they said. I was startled by the sudden pain, how terrible memories flashed…
May Spring walloped me upside the head. All I wanted to do was lie down and sleep. I was tapped out by the bright washed beauty springing out of the…
“You suck. You suck. You suck,” hammered my thoughts as I stood in front of a class that did not want to talk. We were talking about Gretchen Rubin’s The…