Jabbering

Jabbering

  Some days blog topics tumble out of my brain and into my coffee cup, often resembling mountains of thoughts, but today I don’t have one blog topic in my brain or in my coffee cup, or anywhere else, it would seem. I did nothing of consequence this weekend, am not...
Cookies and Java

Cookies and Java

Tom and I spent a couple months in Mexico in 1993 because we both needed to learn Spanish and the evening classes at CSI in Twin Falls weren’t quite doing their job. I taught ESL and Tom, as a judge, had a few people standing before him who spoke no English. We both...
Much Ado About Nothing

Much Ado About Nothing

This week I had a conversation with JA Jance, a lovely author, who writes terrific mysteries set in Arizona. She’s like royalty in the book world and if you haven’t read some of her novels, try one or sixty. She had never heard of me, not a surprise, and she asked me...
Where Is It?

Where Is It?

I’ve complained before that I seem to lose everything: my wallet, my glasses, my car keys. I even lose track of the last part of my thoughts as soon as the first half exits my mouth. My poor neighbors play what they think is a fun game and try to fill in what they...
Breaking News

Breaking News

I have a mantra that I recite every morning as I look in the mirror, wondering who that old person is who is staring back at me. Gray hair and wrinkles and the hardware that sits on my nose and in my ears. My mantra, “Age is just a number,” reassures me that I have a...