Welcome to the home of my Blog, or rather my collection of Miscellaneous Musings. As a freelance writer, I’m usually wordsmithing on behalf of clients, but blogging allows me to say whatever I feel—which could be dangerous. Read on if you are game (and not easily offended). I’ll confess right now that there is no telling how often I’ll write or just what I’ll say.
After COVID, will the world ever look like it did for all the years of my life, with ample opportunities for retail therapy and escapism conveniently located on every corner? I fear not. And that’s a problem even Amazon Delivery can’t fix.
Since the beginning of time pathogens have waged silent wars on human health and we’ve had to deal with it or die. Living in a modern society chock full of conveniences—where whims are indulged with a keyboard click—does not guarantee that such horrid illnesses are gone for good, antiquated, or somehow now obsolete.
Who is having crazy dreams? The end of my last one goes like this: Somehow I find myself in a medium-sized jet where I quickly realize there is no one at the helm. (Insert expetive.) No one is flying the plane! The other faceless passengers seem...
In the wake of losing my mother, I find that pain does not inspire me to write. I can’t help wondering: Have I also lost my ability to forge ahead with the ebullient enthusiasm that once led to my success?
One of the perks of being a self-employed freelance writer is that I get to work from home. My schedule. My desk. My big Mac. Twice in nearly three decades I’ve tried working full-time for a corporation—at an office from 9-5—with lots of other people plus a boss and a...