• August Memos

    Time for memos, just stuff I’d really like to rant about, but I don’t have the time… Dear Dr. Abby and Stacy, You’re geniuses, both of you. I’m a new woman. Well, okay, maybe not a new woman, but at least a way more comfortable old one! Flexibly yours, Nan *** Dear Damn Tiny Ants in My Kitchen, Okay, so we’ve bombed you, smashed you, ant-trapped you, washed you down the drain, and wiped you up with wet paper towels and dropped you in the trash, and yet somehow, you keep reappearing. Go away. Go away immediately! Ick, Nan *** Dear Muse, Welcome back. Big love, Nan *** Dear Coach…

  • Am I a Writer?

    My summer has literally disappeared and I’m damned if I know what happened to it. One minute it was April and we were opening up the lake cottage and the next, it’s almost September and the nights have already turned cool. My personal life has been an upheaval of joys and sorrows, while in the meantime, I’ve been working practically nonstop all summer long. Working is always a good thing, except that it interferes ferociously with my writing time. If I work for eight or ten hours, I’m loathe to sit down at the computer again after I stop for the day. But yesterday, I worked on my romantic suspense…

  • Time to Fight, Fight, Fight

    With permission, I’m going to tell you about what’s been going on in my world for the last few weeks and why I haven’t been as a good a blogger as usual. I’m having a tough time focusing on much of anything right now because my heart and mind are so absorbed by my sister/friend, Dee. She’s in trouble…medical trouble. After seven arduous weeks of testing that included two weeks at Mayo Clinic, she’s been diagnosed with liposarcoma of the retroperitoneum. Google it if you want more details, but suffice to say, she has a malignant tumor in the back of her abdominal cavity and it’s sort of taken over…

  • Overwhelmed…

    …and unable to think. I haven’t posted in about two weeks and that makes me very grumpy, but here’s the thing. My life is overwhelmed with work right now. Not a complaint, simply a fact. And my brain is so fried by the end of the day that I can’t come up with a decent blog topic to save my soul. I’m so grateful that the salvation of my soul doesn’t depend on my producing a scintillating blog because right now, I’d be in deep trouble. So how about some pictures of our trip to see our new little grandson last month? I knew you’d be thrilled. First, Nanny, Pops,…