Of necessity, this week’s blog will be short and sweet. We’ve worn out the road between Prescott and Walla Walla, toting our stuff to the new house. If I had to guess, I’d say we own 40,000 pounds of books. I realize book collectors don’t usually quantify their...

Remember way back, about two years ago when I posted three consecutive blogs about all the change going on in my life? Or not. Turns out most of these anticipated changes ended up in the “not” column. Here’s my thinking from January, 2016: . . . sometimes life hops...

The theft and misuse of digital information has been in the news a lot lately. It’s tempting to get teary-eyed over our pre-digital past, a long ago time when someone had to produce an actual piece of paper to figuratively nail you to the wall. I’m here to tell you,...

April is National Poetry Month. Nestled within the celebration is Cowboy Poetry Week, April 15-21, 2018 (details here: https://blog.cowboypoetry.com/cowboypoetryweek2018 ). Two years ago I interviewed 4 cowboy poets in honor of this event: Clark Crouch, Doris Daley,...

When I was a girl in the 1960s and 70s I was very, very lucky. My parents had two daughters and no sons. Though female, we were expected to go to college and be able to support ourselves when we got out, preferably in a profession. Whenever we started lessons or a...

Sometimes the work of other writers inspires me. Take, for example, Andrew Sean Greer. I recently read his short story “It’s a Summer Day” in the June 19, 2017 issue of The New Yorker (yes, I do tend to get behind on my magazine subscriptions). The story is about a...