Musings

December brings not only holiday merriment but time to reflect on my author goals for the upcoming year, including publishing a half-million words.

The classic movie Le Ballon Rouge (The Red Balloon) had a bouncing toy befriend a boy. My recent experience with a silver balloon, however, makes me question the uplifting tale.

The earth circles the sun in a year and rotates in a day, but weeks have no natural rhythm. What is up with the weirdness of weeks?

A social encounter with another human being can be challenging enough without the canine decorum that happens with my crew.

Almost everyone agrees we should stop changing clocks twice a year, but did you know there is a simple fix your state could implement now?

Witnessed a simple episode of a man holding the door for others and it made me think about the importance of teaching manners.

The iceman cometh no more. I can now fill a glass with ice and water direct from the door of the refrigerator. Why am I awed by this miracle?

‘Twas the night before Liars’ Table goes on sale and I’m wondering if I’ll ever not be nervous about a book launch.

Trash day means the simple act of rolling the can down to the street before the truck arrives for pickup. What could possibly go wrong?

When I hear of consumers chasing hard-to-find products, I wonder if the shortage is real or if the old scarcity marketing tactic is at play.

I love nothing more than being outside. Unfortunately, Mother Nature hates me and tries hard to make my life miserable.

In a bizarre moment I had long forgotten, I once hired a private investigator to sweep an office for bugs. Hidden microphones, not insects.