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.
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
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
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,
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
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,
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