I wrote an entire novel in third person. I am qualified to write that novel because I am a minister’s daughter and was a minister’s wife for 25 years. Writing that story took about five years of my life, and I blended my experiences, my mother’s life, and the lives of many ministers’ wives I have known over the years. When I finished the novel, I thought it was quite good. I asked a writer-in-residence at the St. Thomas Public Library to read it for me. She offered this oppor

I’m back on my blog to answer a question someone asked me. I have loved writing and have searched for a pen and paper all my life. My children got so used to it that if they saw me struggling to answer one of their questions, for example, “Can I go over to my friend’s house to play?” or “Can I have $5.00 for the show?” Any of these simple questions would make me look for a pencil to explain why or why not my answer was yes or no. When we were driving and their many “Why?” que

Monarch butterflies know that they should migrate to Mexico in the winter, I learned that I should share unequally with men when I eat food. I watched Archie Bunker's shows and memorized the theme song. "Those Were the Days" by Lee Adams and Charles Strous. I loved Edith's strained voice as she sang, "Boy, the way Glenn Miller played. Songs that made the Hit Parade. Guys like us, we had it made. Those were the days. Didn't need no welfare state. Everybody pulled his weight. G

Two ribbons from the Indiana State Fair 1967. What was I doing in 1967? I was in southern Indiana while my husband attended a Seminary in...

My girls believe in signs. One of my daughters sees four-leaf clovers everywhere. If she is having a bad day and goes out for a walk and...

The question was, "have you ever won anything." My first response was, "no, never," then I remembered a contest from a long time ago

Do not tell anyone but I am broke. It is one of the main reasons I was looking at getting a clothesline.

“I love garbage workers.” I mean, really love them.