Weathering Social Agenda, the Storm Our Times

Weathering Social Agenda, the Storm Our Times

My husband and I have no social agenda except to have and be a “nice time”. “Nice time” = It was Larry’s frequent phrase and I instantly ascribed. When we converted ourselves to California-ism, it became easier to achieve: our new state...
Errant discourse – a rant.

Errant discourse – a rant.

I’m a writer – what about you? I’m a human being, too – as I know you are, Constant Reader. As human beings we like to be listened to when we speak. Am I right? We crave being understood, as most people do. Human beings were created for...
Clear, Concise, and Complete

Clear, Concise, and Complete

Writing requires judicious revision, a truism that used to alarm the novel novelist that was me. No more. I’m more assured in my skills. Writing can effortful, not glib, for some, though seldom for me. It requires accountability: to be purposeful and precise,...
I’m Not Twelve

I’m Not Twelve

I’m fifty years past my tweens, those years of perpetually-perplexed living. I am an adult. I seldom squabble or complain, behaving hyper-responsibly to problem-solve my own good end. I may have retired from working, but I didn’t retire from thinking....
Busy Vees

Busy Vees

My husband and I enjoy meeting people. I’ve often been called a social butterfly, and he’s one, too. In proper male terms, of course. Honest interest in others is infectious; it gains us many acquaintances and friends. In any conversation’s opening...