I'm Just Saying
Charlie Brown tree

The one time of year that our I-Hop (what else can I name our A-frame cabin?) looks appropriate with its Swiss angles is Christmas. Then our cramped abode is transformed into something of a chalet.
Over the river and through the recollections

It’s that time of year when millions flock to the airport while others flock to the grocery stores, and those who actually live in flocks, wind up on the dinner table, filled with stuffing.
Paul and I have made reservations. With zero guilt.
Living life to the fullest

It was a lovely thing to be asked by an enthusiastic group of seniors, who had chosen my novel for their book club, if I would consider driving to their group residence to speak about it.
Well, of course I would, I thought, the elderly dears.
Peace of mind

You know who won the biggest prize on election night?
Peace.
Odds are...

As of this writing, there has been no winner in the Powerball $1BILLION (why is it that I can’t say that number without sounding like ‘Dr Evil’ from the Austin Powers films?) lottery drawing.
Now, that’s scary!

Sometimes, when I look at economic statistics, I am agog by the billions of dollars spent in this country.
Have no fear: I am most definitely not talking about specific political platforms that have Social Security and Medicare in their crosshairs.
I’m talking about the $10.6 billion dollars, spent just this year, on…
The dawn chorus

Each year, as the lightest tinge of green is seen filigreed across the tops of trees, proclaiming the end of the long, winter months, my favorite thing in the world is to be awakened by the dawn chorus of bird song that continues as I walk to the barn and serenades me through all the early morning chores.
Badger away

What the world needs now is love, sweet love…
and Honey Badgers.
It’s a shoe-in

Nothing drove the point home of what a country bumpkin I am than reading a recent survey which suggests the average American woman owns 25 pairs of shoes.
Twenty-five.
I own six.
And two pairs are riding boots and one pair are muck boots (insulated for the winter, mind you, and considered quite the luxury).