A Blog by Gail Cushman The cowboy and I ventured to Boise to attend the Idaho Writers’ Workshop this week, a long trip, but so worth the while, and in the meantime, I gained a new name. Most of the...

Wrinkly BitsNot everyone is born with the ability to fix things, and I am one of those. I’m not mechanically inclined and don’t see Part A fitting into Part B and eventually fitting with Parts G, H,...

There are a few important days every year. We have a host of religious holidays, too many to mention, and you would have to use all your fingers and toes to count them. The political and historical...

A few years ago, I met up with a high school classmate whom I had not seen in twenty years, maybe more. I didn’t recognize her because she had gotten much older than 18, not that I had, because,...

Wrinkly Bits A Blog by Gail Cushman I was watching Cody, the wonder dog, today, and noticed something about him that is different from us. He has a bad memory, or maybe no memory at all. He possibly...

A couple years ago, I bought a Keurig, great coffee, easy peasy, and I loved it For about a week.  One sunny morning, ready for coffee, it stopped working. I had bought it at the big box C...

Grandchildren are a gift from God, presented to us on a silver platter as a reward for all the hard work of rearing our children. I am sure, the word “rearing” is the correct word, as taught by...

Today the cowboy and I spent time trying to find a publisher, agent, or other soul who might be interested in reading and publishing the results of our many hours of work. But I think I figured out...

I read a book a long time ago that had a catch phrase in it: “Love is never having to say you’re sorry.” Hogwash. It sounds romantic, but it was obviously written by a bachelor, with no knowledge of...

This has been an eventful week, and frankly I’m glad it’s over. It was one of those weeks when I had to make a lot of phone calls, you know the ones. You dial the number, it rings, a computer voice...

It’s my brother Tom’s birthday and I just want to say: At 80, you are danged old! There was a time, not too long ago, that I didn’t know anyone as old as you, besides Grandma J who was always 80,...

It’s the New Year, 2023, which I can hardly believe. And, per usual, I struggled making New Year Resolutions. For crying out loud, I don’t keep them anyway, but Cowboy likes to keep me on the...

I was busy all day yesterday, but looking back, I don’t remember a lick of what I did. I can tell you what I didn’t do: I didn’t write my Christmas cards. I didn’t clean our house. I didn’t do the...

It snowed yesterday, maybe six inches, maybe more, but the roads cleared off quickly, so no worry about drifting snow, sliding around, and landing face down in a snowbank. My car has fancy new snow...

I haven’t had a pet for a long time and forgot how fulfilling they are. I was travelling on a regular basis, and I thought it unfair to a pet to leave for a long time, doling it out to a pet sitter....

I don’t know if other people have a shoe history, but I do. I also have a purse history, but that’s a blog for another day. My shoe history started when I was just a wee girl, I mean little. I...

My thermometer is broken. It must be. It says “0 degrees” which means there is no temperature. That can’t be. Oh, my, it is so cold that the temperature has disappeared, along with the green grass,...

Wednesday night I wrote this dandy blog, a laugh a minute, and giggled all the way through. I’d read it one more time and sent it off to my full-of-sunshine editor in the morning, who would pull her...

As you know, I receive a lot of junk mail, spam, and other useless “stuff” on my computer and my phone. It’s a waste of time to write it and I certainly don’t want to read it, so often wonder who in...

A Blog by Gail Cushman I haven’t been around a lot of babies since my youngest grandchild started thinking like a teenager, when she was almost two years old and asked if she could borrow my car,...

I’m a little late with my blog this week. I don’t have an excuse, just that I have been busy, doing “stuff,” and I’m not sure what it is. When I worked full time, I didn’t have trouble getting...

This week I had the opportunity to do two things. I love to write and feel that no day should pass without putting a few words on a paper. Sometimes they are useful, other times not so much, but...