May 10, 2010
Mother's Day approaches, andthis year is significant to me for two momentousreasons. The first is personal, the second, professional.
I learned a few weeks ago that my daughter, Rachel, is pregnant with her third child. This was totallyunexpected and, actually, just short of a miracle. After conceivingher first child with no trouble at all, she and her husband worked for four years to conceiveagain. Eventually, they resorted to in vitro fertilization to get sonnumber two. Now, three years later, without any assistance frommodern medical science, God and Mother Nature did their thing, and so this Mother's Day finds me celebrating the imminent...
January 05, 2010
Why do I hear Hank Williams Jr in my head? The one Christmas tradition we have in my family is that the traditions keep being altered. When I was a kid, we always packed up and drove 250 miles to my grandparents house, where I got to see my number one favorite cousin. Santa Claus always -- miraculously -- found my sisters and me there. One smart cookie was Santa. He worked around our not being at our house. Flash forward a decade or two and my grandparents are no longer with us. MY parents were the grandparents, and we spent every Christmas Day at their house with my four sisters and their family. A horde of about 30 people. Loud, noisy, lots of food...
November 16, 2009
I don't count down the days to Christmas. Instead, I count down the days to Thanksgiving, because it's one of maybe a dozen days a year when I cook. Kind of like with writing, if you don't cook habitually, you don't acquire good cooking skills. Hence, the countdown. Not with anticipation, but with anxiety. Give me a chapter that needs work any day over preparing a meal. I don't even attempt
baking a turkey. A baster looks like something that belongs in a doctor's office, and an examination you dread. As for stuffing a cavity. . . No thank you.
If I tried deep frying the bird Cajun-style, which is delicious, I'd catch the house on fire. So,...
October 27, 2009
A year or so ago when my assistant, Amie, who’s the Internet guru of the office, came to me and said, “We need to talk about your blog,” I thought she was referring to a figure flaw. “I agree,” said I. “Something must be done. Soon.” Long story short, I’m now providing blog entries. But not
very faithfully, I’ll admit. Amie persistently says, “You need to update several blogs. What’s happening in your life? Do you have anything for Facebook?” See that’s the thing. Rarely is anything happening that I
think my readers would be interested in knowing about....