Why?

I’ve started a new book, which means I’ve started on the first of the five stages of writing.

Although encouraged, this blog is not required reading. That is all.

Short story long, I’m at the conclusion of my Christmas story about Ralph and his Great American Novel that no one wants to read.

The phrase “avoided like the plague” could not even begin to describe how I dodged reading Ralph’s book. And soon enough, Ralph himself.

When you’re at a party, trapped into talking with the worst guest ever, why can’t anyone read your mind and hear your screams to be rescued? What I would’ve given…

I do. Who knew that two words—just three letters!—could have gotten me into so much trouble. Especially when I was at a holiday soiree, not the altar.

Looming blog deadlines. Hot appetizers served cold. And the night keeps getting worse. Just one of these a year, please.

Sometimes you feel like a nut, and sometimes you just are the nut.

After a two-month hiatus (aka recovery from open-heart surgery), I’ve returned to blogging. I told you I’d be back! And yes, I missed you too.

I never thought I would need open-heart surgery, but I do, and the hospital staff has made pre-surgery scarier and more complex than I ever could have imagined.