That is the question …
A question I face all to often.
Over the years I have been a volunteer for all sorts of programs, and projects, and committees.
Sometimes I volunteer for these assignments of my own free will. Other times I find myself being volunteered by a friend. Continue reading
Once upon a time, there was a hardworking farmer who owned a piece of land just south of Pittsburgh.
Like much local land, it sat atop a seam of coal. Like most local farms, the mineral rights were bought by a coal company. Continue reading
I didn’t want to write this post. I don’t like writing about grief, sadness and loss. I would much rather make people laugh than make them cry. But sometimes the bad stuff reaches out and slaps you in the face.
So here goes…
I am aware that tragedy happens all around us:
But usually I can keep it at arm’s length: Wars, earthquakes, factory closings, cancer deaths … I know these things happen–mostly to people I don’t know in someplace I’ve never been. Continue reading
This week I am thinking about Mountain Hawks and Yellow Jackets.
No, I’m not referring to the birds and the bees. (Technically, yellow jackets aren’t bees anyway.)
I’m referring to school mascots, those ubiquitous symbols of school spirit and alumni pride.
These days everyone has a bucket list.
… you know, that list of things you want to do before you “kick the bucket.”
You have one, right?
I’ve been thinking about mine lately… Continue reading
Where is my breakfast?
The strident noise awakens me. I peer at the clock; grumble at how early it is, roll over and try to go back to sleep.
Ten minutes later the alarm sounds again:
MEE-OW-OOOOOOOO! … MEE-OW-OOOOOOOO! Continue reading
We live in a world filled with technology: E-mail, social media, text messages, web cams and YouTube videos on every imaginable topic (and then some).
Everywhere we look we find flashing screens.
To quote Dr. Seuss, sometimes I get sick of, “the NOISE, NOISE, NOISE, NOISE!” Continue reading
When my husband comes home from work and asks if I want to go out for dinner, there is only one possible answer:
I love the stage.
As long as I’m not on it!
I come from stoic British stock. Like my grandfather, father and son (he of the one-word texts), I don’t say much, I prefer working behind the scenes and I don’t let my emotions show. Not ideal actress material. Continue reading
So I’m writing along in my novel …
Oh, haven’t I mentioned I’m writing a book?
I’m writing a book. Continue reading