For a number of years, I was busy 24/7 starting an association for writers and editors and then trying to keep ahead of the landslide I’d created. Don’t get me wrong. It was great. Well, maybe not “all,” but most of it. And I’m very glad I did what I did. But there was one

A few years ago, I realized that my favorite nightgown was too big. I started looking for a new one, but didn’t see anything similar. (By the way, why do clothes designers seem to only make clothes for very thin young women or very large older women? But that’s another post.) I considered making my

I’m in the checkout line buying groceries. As usual, I glanced at the magazine headlines for a casual check of what’s going on. But all I saw were headlines screaming at me: “Get Thin in Three Weeks!” “Firm up-fast with Hollywood’s Top Personal Trainer!” “Organize Everything Better!” Now, I had nothing against improving myself. I

A year ago, I bought a small silver locket and asked God to give me a verse for the year. After praying for God to give me a verse, I more or less opened up my Bible at random and put my finger on a spot. It turned out to be Isaiah 30:15. “If you

I went through a solid year of fatigue and depression before I was able to convince my doctor that I had a thyroid problem.

The first column from my book, Basketballs in the Living Room.