The Object of My Affection…

… has changed my complexion from white to rosy red. My husband can still make me blush even after all our years together. We are true opposites. I’m the word girl and he’s the numbers guy. Never were these differences more apparent than last night. In the late spring and early summer, my husband and … Read more

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Monkey mind

I don’t know about you, but I have a monkey mind. If you’ve known me for awhile, you’ll have seen the monkey mind in action. A random thought will manifest itself into words, and I’ll leave you scratching your head thinking, “Where did that come from?” My husband tends to sigh and say, “What in … Read more

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Playing a part

In addition to writing, I act in online (and pre-COVID in person) mystery theater events. Each event brings a new opportunity to step into a new character’s shoes. For the month of February, I’ll play Italian opera singer Arianna Altamonte in a 1930s train mystery. I don the clothes, wig, and the voice of my … Read more

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Craft

My hands are old. As I stick my hand in the hot water to wash the fragile wool fleece, my hands blur under the water, and for just a moment, I am young again. The illusion quickly fades when I pull my soap-covered hands from the water and dry them. Craft is aging them, but … Read more

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