I'm afraid I'm getting worse about responding to email in a timely manner. There are people who reached out to me months ago (or even longer) about dysautonomia or backpacks or writing, who still haven't gotten a reply from me. It's not because I'm poor at time management, though I could stand to improve. It's not that I don't care. It's that there's not been much of me to go … Continue Reading ››
Because I find making (and enjoying) a pot of homemade soup to be one of the finest comforts around, and because a lot of people keep thinking I'm joking when I mention pickle soup, here's my inexact recipe for pickle soup. This is technically vegetarian/vegan, but yours doesn't have to be.
- Cut up two or three onions, throw them in a big stock pot with some olive oil.
- Toss in … Continue Reading ››
It's really too bad that Mr. Trump has gotten his feelings hurt so easily and so quickly after taking office.
He has been taken to task by the national and international press and by individual American citizens—and, I believe, rightly so. On only Mr. Trump's third day on the job, his press secretary made an … Continue Reading ››
If you’ve been reading this blog for any length of time, you might be aware that I’ve been struggling for quite some time to bring the latest volume in the Valhalla
series to market.
And so, after too many delays, it’s here! I rather quietly launched the Kindle edition of Raven Quest
this past Monday evening. I … Continue Reading ››
I’ve had some more thoughts about the Green Bay Packers since watching their game against the Chicago Bears this past Sunday. More specifically, I had insomnia again this morning, and that’s when my brain gets plenty active to fill the void left by lack of sleep; this time, my thoughts turned to football.
I was impressed by Aaron Rodgers’s … Continue Reading ››
I am a Green Bay Packers fan.
I didn’t grow up watching much football, and I definitely wasn’t a player. And I’ve never been to Wisconsin.
What happened is this: Several years ago, I had a dream that—as a fortyish, short, nonathletic woman—I managed to walk on at tryouts for a professional football team whose colors were green, yellow, and white. I … Continue Reading ››
Because Laurel wanted this journal entry from yesterday to be a blog post.
Early this morning, right before the alarm went off, I dreamt that I was living in London and my sister had come for a visit. In my dream, London looked oddly like Spain, with jam-packed, multi-terraced buildings set in close urban hillsides. My sister had just arrived, and we were waiting on my father and stepmother to make … Continue Reading ››