From June through August, apocalyptic storms, uncivilized masses of trespassers, infuriatingly motionless traffic, and hellacious heat intrude upon my idyllic, bucolic condition. These endless days of summer wear on my fragile sanity.
Why is religious bigotry acceptable
I don’t talk specifically about my faith very often because, even at 50, I haven’t figured it all out. Occasionally, religion creeps into my fiction, or I’ll touch on collateral issues, but I loath proselytizing. What I believe, and how I put my faith into practice is very personal. I don’t even insist that my … Continue reading Why is religious bigotry acceptable
Hell and hallelujah
Twin red flags whipped furiously in the driving rain. The banner corners, frayed by the frantic urgency of the storm, cracked like wet, twisted towels with every wind direction change. Rangers patrolling the beach on ATVs yelled out warnings to those flirting with rip tides and undertow, cautioning that they would be better off on … Continue reading Hell and hallelujah
When doctors removed the pin in my mini Lab, Asta's leg (that's her with me in my sidebar), it did more than relieve what must have been incredible pain, it also apparently unleashed her second puppyhood. She seems happier, livelier and eager to play. Once her activity restrictions were relaxed a little, all she wanted … Continue reading Second puppyhood
There are days when I feel like an extra in the grand production of life. Non-speaking talent slaving away for scale without so much as a mention in the ending credits. The only evidence of my existence is a meager line identifying me as "50-something Mom #1." *Photo venue: shot from Navy Pier, Chicago, IL
I hate seagulls. They are little more than flying rats. Scavengers, pestilence carriers, all around the most annoying vermin on earth. Hate. Them. Living near the Gulf, there is also very little I can do to avoid them. They congregate by the hundreds in parking lots to feast on discarded bags of fast food, they … Continue reading Heartburn