After letting Marney's Thanksgiving dinner digest for a while, so to speak, I have a few more questions about her sublime, yet puzzling ...

The Thanksgiving Letter (This has been floating around. Sounds like the potluck from hell.) From: Marney As you all know a fabulous Thanks...

OK THEN. It has taken me perhaps twelve years to figure out how to post a video to a blog. It might just be here, and be playable! But I thi...

I don't know, I just keep stumbling across things, and they're so interesting. So long as that keeps happening, I guess my brain wil...

I seem to be in some sort of book-excavation phase. Books from my past, books which had a strong effect on me one way or another, will pop b...

My mother had a funny way of saying things she'd pronounce them a little off, and when she'd start talking about "going up nort...

Like almost every girl I knew, I longed for a horse of my own. I'd read all the Marguerite Henry stories, Misty of Chincoteague, King of...

When I first moved to the Vancouver area, I liked to explore the maze of trails that began right outside my door. Witnessing the salmon spaw...

I have a friend - OK, he's a psychiatrist and probably doesn't know anything - who keeps asking me questions about the writing biz...

Inspired by a friend of mine, who enjoys writing doggerel, here's some catter el about an old friend who passed at the grand age of 17. ...

If this guy looks freaky enough to scare the Elephant Man, that's because he is. He represents one of the biggest genetic train wrec...

Can there be anything more idyllic, more innocent, more knowing than a three-year-old girl? How about a three-year-old who is somehow, myste...

Heigh-ho! It took me 24 hours, but I just saw an example of. . . irony. Here in my very own blog. The theme of it is supposed to be boldnes...