Is it ever too late to learn the art of conversation???
I come from a family of talkers, conversationalists, humorists, commentators, storytellers. Whenever two or more of them are together, they …
I come from a family of talkers, conversationalists, humorists, commentators, storytellers. Whenever two or more of them are together, they …
My left hand went on strike this week and refused to write a blog post. It had worked overtime to …
I blame the spring day. I obviously wasn’t ready for sunshine! Warm weather! Flowers popping up! E-gads. I mean I …
I-am-a-writer…I-am-a-writer…I-am-a-writer. My mantra. I imagine Deepak Chopra’s deep, melodious, accented voice intoning it. I close my eyes. One deep breath, …
Writing in public is … well … public. I wasn’t altogether sure I approved of that. Was I daft thinking …
Could I really write in a public café? That is the question, as Shakespeare would say. I’ve always been someone …
Sometimes words just won’t come. I don’t where they are. Did I lose them somewhere? They were there before. I …
There is nothing common about a common cold. Any cold I’ve ever met has been unique, discivious, mean-spirited, clinging, complex …
I can’t write at home today. I have left Annie’s Odyssey’s neat-little-color-coded file on my computer closed. It’s all because …
I’ve always been skeptical of anything that hinted at being a “team”. It probably comes from my traumatized youth when …