Gone Fishin’
I’ll be back by Sunday for Sunday Poetry . . . But breathing deeply here today. Hope you’re doing the same. Ah. . .
Read MoreCHUsday, and We’re Waiting For You
Last Tuesday I introduced you to a new idea. If you’re like me, you have lots of cookbooks you haven’t used in a long time. You are, in short, a cookbook hoarder, and quite possibly instead of using your old cookbooks, you’re still collecting new ones. It’s time to change that. So I proposed that…
Read MoreSunday Poetry: A Wrong Number Occurs To You
Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday blogs here. What’s your part? Just slow down a little and come along for the read–or sometimes, for the listen. No analysis needed or required. Let the poem sink in and move you wherever it may. If you’d like to…
Read MoreThe Write Way: Using Everyday Events in Fiction
I just got off the telephone with Amazon. My life work this week has been to track down a package I ordered in July. I had to find out why it arrived in town but was never delivered to me. Unfortunately Amazon and all the carriers involved have kept an excruciatingly painful moment-by-moment account of the…
Read MoreCookbook Hoarders United–CHUsdays have arrived.
Read this blog, then drop everything else, go into your kitchen or wherever you happen to keep your cookbooks, and tell me how many you have. Next, tell me how many of them you’ve used in the past year? Are the numbers staggering? Do you have cookbooks your mother gave you for Christmas 1957, cookbooks passed…
Read MoreSunday Poetry: Who Has Fallen in the Night?
Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday blogs here. What’s your part? Just slow down a little and come along for the read–or sometimes, for the listen. No analysis needed or required. Let the poem sink in and move you wherever it may. If you’d like to…
Read MoreIf Fiction is by Definition a Pack of Lies, How Accurate Must I Be?
I love doing research. One of the joys of writing is my freedom to choose subjects that interest me, then read, surf the Internet and travel to find out everything I need to know. Okay, sometimes I just want to know things because I do. I know, as I’m delving deeper and deeper that I…
Read MoreSunday Poetry: The Dracena That’s Outgrown It’s Pot
Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday blogs here. What’s your part? Just slow down a little and come along for the read–or sometimes, for the listen. No analysis needed or required. Let the poem sink in and move you wherever it may. If you’d like to…
Read MoreSay Goodbye and Good Luck to the Good Folks at Borders
I remember what life was like in the western suburbs of Cuyahoga County before Borders moved in. At the time we had only one bookstore within a ten mile radius. That shopworn independent had been there for years. The inside was, at best, disheveled; the stock was low, and the people behind the counter never wanted to…
Read MoreSunday Poetry: We are the flower
Welcome to Sunday Poetry. If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday blogs here. What’s your part? Just slow down a little and come along for the read–or sometimes, for the listen. No analysis needed or required. Let the poem sink in and move you wherever it may. If you’d like to…
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