Two Single Women

Two Single Women

Two single women with too much hair, two generations, locked in a tiny house with one barking dog, one virus and no vaccine. A scriptwriter would never write the movie of our life, mine and Meg’s, my twenty-one-year-old daughter, even though it has the set-up and tension for a real blockbuster....

Revision. Oh my God, Revision.

Revision. Oh my God, Revision.

Revision. Oh my God, Revision. Say it with me: Revision.  Let's get right to it because that's the first lesson in revision. You have to edit your writing. And you can't write anything worth reading without it. [Tweet "Let's get right to it because that's the first lesson in revision. You have to...

Yes, I know I write about dogs too much.

Yes, I know I write about dogs too much.

Yes, I know I write about dogs too much, but my dog is the only person I see lately (don’t even try to tell me Peanut isn’t a person). This story is about another dog that was in my life. Millie a regal black labradoodle who reminded me of the wonder of dogs, kind people, and we’re all in this...

What Can Anyone Say?

What Can Anyone Say?

I mean honestly you guys, what can anyone say these days? I don’t want to talk about Covid. I’m sick of Covid. But when I opened my email to write about my dog Peanut and his escapades on our flight to California (more on that in a minute), my daughter the ICU nurse, texted me. JULIE: I’m scared....

I Didn’t Know. But I Believe it.

I Didn’t Know. But I Believe it.

I didn’t know what to write about this month until I spoke to a Pet Psychic and she said my dog wanted to be a bee for Halloween. [Tweet "I didn’t know what to write about this month until I spoke to a Pet Psychic and she said my dog wanted to be a bee for Halloween."] Should we unpack this...

What I did to feel better.

What I did to feel better.

Today I want to tell you what I did to feel better. Home isolation has its ups and downs. One day you’re flying high and cleaning the baseboards with a Q-tip, and the next day you’re drinking tequila and watching squirrels out the window. There is no in-between. I didn’t create those two sentences...

I Hugged Until I Couldn’t Anymore

I Hugged Until I Couldn’t Anymore

I Hugged Until I Couldn't Anymore. I’m a hugger. I like to hug. I typically, but not always, give a warning like, “I’m coming in for a hug.” There’s usually time for the huggee to get their arms up. But, again, not always. Sometimes it’s me hugging people the way a panda snuggles a bamboo tree. I...

Worry Is What You Do

Worry Is What You Do

Worry is what you do… (If you want to hear me read this 4-minute piece you can listen here: https://inside-stories.simplecast.com/episodes/inside-stories-covid-19-stories-2 I'm at about 2:38.) My daughter called yesterday. “Mom, They’re running out of gloves and masks. She’s 23 and still in...