Blackberry Preserves

We never had enough money or sophistication to own a candy thermometer when I was growing up. When my mother made fudge, one of her specialties, and needed to figure out if it had reached the “soft ball” stage, she would drop a small spoonful of the boiling candy mixture into ice water. If she…

Being

Sorry. Really. Many people were kind enough to share how much they enjoyed this blog. And, then, after all of the hullaballoo about the move, just when you wanted to know what was behind Door #3, I disappeared. I tried. I started a few posts. But none of them moved me. Truly, I didn’t have…

Goodbye, California

My morning walk last Friday was unspectacular. At 5 a.m., not surprisingly, the neighborhood was quiet. I jaywalked with impunity and sang the John Prine songs I was listening to a little louder than I would have later in the day. Nothing distinguished this walk from a hundred other walks I have taken on similar…

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skirt! Magazine Publishes “Good Girl Gone”

The July issue of skirt! Magazine includes my essay “Good Girl Gone.”  Click on the title of this post or here for the link to the entire magazine; the essay is printed on page 30.  The theme for the month was “The F Word.”  Yay!

A Sense of Place

Every person has a place.  A place for which his or her heart yearns, particularly in lonely times.  This place need not be a physical location.  It could be, for example, a set of circumstances or, perhaps, a person.  The common thread is a feeling of peace that arises from being present in one’s place.…

Reading and Writing and Louis L’Amour

Daddy loved to read westerns by Louis L’Amour.  The men on the book covers were rough-looking and spent their lives outdoors without a thought of SPF or zinc oxide.  Their hats and boots were utilitarian and, like their eyes, seemed weary.  They carried guns:  guns in holsters; guns balanced on saddles; guns casually held perpendicular…