This blog was originally going to be about the Writer's Life, until I realized there were already approximately one billion blogs called...

God, it's Monday again - hardly seems possible after the social whirl of the weekend. Oh all right, I went to one party. But it was a h...

I have to admit off the top that this photo is way out of date. That little girl, one Erica Morgan, is now turning five, a momentous age tha...

Is it my imagination, or does Oprah regularly decide to Change her Life by slavishly following a new guru, then replacing him/her once she g...

OK. This entry just about shows you where I am spiritually, not to mention on the friendship level: I just sent an e-mail to a guy whom I a...

Yeah, I know, posting quotes from famous writers is pretty cheesy, and maybe I could think up a better idea if I weren't so preoccupied ...

I'd say this is how I looked this morning when I opened my eyes, but I couldn't open my eyes. Oh it was a great weekend, yessirree, ...

You know how they say that to be a real writer, you're supposed to be able to paper a wall with rejections? I guess I did it wrong. I pa...

Sometimes I think I'm being left behind so swiftly, the people around me are a blur. I'm turning into one of those grannies that pic...

It ain't been so sweet. But full of rocks, for sure. When I was a kid, a little girl with a dirty shirt and the knees out of her jeans (...