I keep thinking, if only the makeshift stairways of the Ghost Ship warehouse had been closer to the exits. If only there had been fire escapes . . . . Read more.
Barbara’s Riffs on Life
One Broken Ankle, and Two Lives Grind to a Halt. Or, Why You Should Definitely Stop and Tie That Loose Shoelace
I’m doing my wifey thing. My husband has a broken ankle and I’m taking care of him. That means I’m exhausted. And grumpy. Read more.
The Turkeys at Our House, Dead and Alive
Every year at this time we have a bunch of turkeys at our house. One comes in a shopping bag; the others arrive on their own two feet. Read more.
I Decided to Stop Bad-Mouthing Donald Trump. But Will I?
Last Tuesday night I made a decision. I decided to stop bad-mouthing Donald Trump. I would give him a chance. I’d keep an open mind. But could I? Read more.
Kudos for Wrestling with God — The Author Shamelessly Keeps Score
Today I shamelessly brag about the kudos that “Wrestling with God: Stories of Doubt and Faith” has earned: lots of nice reviews and prizes. Read more.
Donald Trump Played Me. Here’s How
Donald Trump played me. He got what he wanted from me this election season. And it wasn’t my vote. Read more.