Musings

An interspecies dispute seemed minor until the Hawk Mafia delivered an unmistakable reply in the early morning hours.

If I hadn’t visited the gym on New Year’s Day, I would have never witnessed treadmill love. I thought I would share my misfortune with you.

As we prepare for Thanksgiving here in the U.S., I’m thankful for a small moment I witnessed of an exercise in honesty.

According to researchers, a medicine I use for my allergies is giving me a false sense of relief. Maybe I’m ok with that.

The older I get, I discover more and more creative ways to injure myself and add to my growing litany of aches and pains.

To achieve my writing goals, I need less order and more chaos, so I’m making some changes to my posting schedules.

In the waning days of summer, Brent confronts his arch enemy in a pitched battle, but will he emerge victorious or defeated?

What are fluffy tales? Why do I have five thousand of them? What do they have to do with publishing novels? Let me explain.

A technical problem at a restaurant reminded me of the aftermath of Hurricane Hugo when good people kept asking, “What else would we do?”

For a summer during my teen years, I taught handicrafts to kids. With my lack of skill, it was a fake it ’til you make it situation.

A monstrous attack by a hideous creature disrupted our peaceful morning stroll with the dogs and put me in quite the sticky situation.

Despite this week’s postage rate increase, a handwritten letter still far outweighs the cost and enhances the power of thank you.