You might have noticed I haven’t been writing much lately. But I have reasons, or excuses, depending on how you feel about cats. Mousse, my beloved kitty for 16 years, died in early April. And as you might imagine, I… Read More ›
Personal
I am from … a while ago
Several recent conversations brought to mind this item I first published in 2009. I probably should have mentioned in the first few paragraphs that all this took place in Oklahoma City between the late ’40s and the end of the… Read More ›
An introvert and shy
“I want to be alone … with someone else who wants to be alone.” I was an introvert before author Susan Cain was a gleam in her daddy’s eye. I was a highly sensitive person (HSP) before psychologists had… Read More ›
A bit of Flatiron history
Some readers might recognize these rock formations as The Flatirons, a Boulder, Colorado, landmark. Symbol of the city, they rise from the foothills just southwest of town and are visible from miles away. (Weather permitting, they can be seen with… Read More ›
A is for anxiety, C is for cancer
It’s now the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing I think about at night. Not to mention most of the time in between. Cancer. You see, a phone call Thursday confirmed that last Wednesday’s biopsy was positive for grade… Read More ›
Ah, typewriters
Anyone my age, and certainly any former editor/writer my age, will recall some years spent pounding the keys of a manual typewriter. Mine was a Royal portable, and it was definitely a hate/hate relationship. You see, I didn’t take… Read More ›
More on ice chips and horses
An addendum/correction to my earlier post about ice deliveries in the 1940s: I got a note from my older brother last night regarding my recollections about ice deliveries, ice chips, etc. He’s nine years older than I and has a much… Read More ›
When iceboxes were cool
Before electric refrigerators were introduced, Americans used iceboxes. Those of you more than a few years younger than I probably never had one and frankly, I don’t particularly remember the one my family had. What I do remember is the iceman who… Read More ›
