It’s funny how much we look forward to small stuff right now! First off, on Father’s Day, we took ice cream to my Dad. That was it. Three of us, two of them, out on the back porch, and Mate selected five pints of ice cream–we had a buffet. It was amazing, low risk, and… Read More

So, true story… My phone defaults to the first song on my iTunes when I hit the go button on my earbuds. It’s a new thing–new ear buds, new phone, but it’s disconcerting, because I’ll be in the middle of a romantic suspense story and I hit the go button and…  Default song.  But more… Read More

I’ll be honest. There’s shit I want to do. I want to go swimming–oh my God, do I miss swimming. I miss the pool, I miss the solidarity of our aqua group, I miss the way it burned calories and the things it did for my body. Two days before quarantine I got possibly my… Read More

I’ll be honest– this entire post hinged on photos, which my phone is refusing to send to my computer. *sigh* I’ll post the info anyway, and maybe, eventually, I can get the photos online. *  Squish turned in her books today and graduated from the 8th grade! She got to the school, handed off her… Read More

I’ve been reaching out to friends who might be especially hurt by national events at the moment–and by, of course, the asinine response from the shit encrusted festering pustule on the taint of the country that some people call the president. The general consensus is they’re beyond exhausted, and beyond depressed. Ditto.  And while Mate… Read More

Many of you remember a couple of weeks ago when my son was attacked walking home from work. I mentioned in that blog post that his sister came to help him with the police–they assumed that a big kid who couldn’t speak well was obviously high and asking for it. He was being bullied, in… Read More

OMG–I’m so close I can taste it. I’m so close I’m leaving whole words out as I type. But Fish 5, tentatively titled School of Fish, is almost done, and I’m THRILLED. It’s only taken 10 weeks. I mean, I get it–one and a half of those weeks was consumed by an edit, and between keeping… Read More

 So– Last summer when I was in New York I visited my cousins. I adore my cousins–I see them rarely (as in once every ten years) and we suck at keeping in contact, but I am always so very excited to talk to them. Our fathers were sort of a trip, and it’s wonderful to… Read More

Slow Pitch by Amy Lane Tenner Gibson has a job he enjoys, a prickly ex-wife, and an adorable daughter he wouldn’t trade for the world. With no romance, no sex life, and no other hobbies, a rec league softball team is as close as he gets to hedonism. But life throws him a curveball when… Read More

We all know knitters have their own language. People talk about how confounded they are by knitting and crocheting patterns all the time, and while yarn crafters are like, “Pfft, it’s just an abbreviation–it comes with a legend, it’s no big deal.” Still, it just lends another layer of mystery to taking a single strand… Read More