I write. Therefore, I procrastinate. Why? Could the thing I have in mind to write be too big, too gleaming, too unattainable? Read more.
The Fine Art of Writerly Procrastination
Without an editor to set a deadline for me, the days pass merrily along as I practice the fine art of writerly procrastination. Read more.
Older, but Wiser? Or, When Life Gives You Lemons, Freeze Them
Older, but wiser? Maybe. We elders can’t give you wisdom, but we can give you some tips, like when life gives you lemons, freeze them. Read more.
I Like My Past. It’s a Keeper
We are instructed by the wise ones among us to live in the present. But I like my past. It’s a keeper and I like visiting it from time to time. Read more.
The Great Big Medicine Cabinet of My Dreams
The great big medicine cabinet of my dreams has arrived — with its fifteen linear feet of shelving. Read more.
I’m Opting for a No-Bathtub House. Here’s Why
It was time to get real. I was 83 years old. Could my creaky knees get me into a bathtub? Could they get me out? I’m going to like my new, no-bathtub house. Read more.
Too Many Angry Diatribes. Not Enough Tact. Why?
On the air and in cyberspace: too many angry diatribes, not enough tact. Do we — you and I — really want to tone things down? Read more.