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A little holiday gift for my blogger friends who might not have read my novel, "When the Moon Is Gibbous and Waxing," ye...

If Sherry, an employee in the closely held corporation I worked for before I went to work for the giant, international corp...

When you get to be my age, you’ve had so many beginnings and endings that you lose count. So far, at least, a beginning has...

My bathroom is avocado green. There. I’ve said it. And, shameful as it is, it’s all true. But hear me out. When we moved into ...

Cobwebs are nearly a feature of the decor in my house. I hate cleaning, and my theory is that as long as the spiders stay u...

That fateful day, I became a senior citizen. No, I didn’t turn 62—or even 55. That came later. The change, while unofficial, was much mo...

  The more I thought about the prompt for this week, the more I realized that peace is really pretty fleeting. And it should be. Too much ...