No fault of the chicken gynecologist’s, but Meg didn’t make it. She’d seemed much better shortly after the stuck egg removal by Nik and bathtub treatment by Diana, but then she worsened steadily over the next couple of days. Desperate stabs at word...
Here’s another story about the urban chickens. I have to admit that research for the next novel is accumulating much faster and more conveniently than material for the one I’m currently writing. On which I should be concentrating. But we’re in the first...
Everyone’s heard the line, “Write about what you know.” If I only wrote about what I know, I’d have run dry years ago. It’s learning a subject that I’ve stumbled on and become fascinated with, and discovering how it fits with a...
An article on the front page of USA Today caught my husband’s eye while he was standing in line to pay for coffee last week. Apparently he made a spectacle of himself because he laughed so uncontrollably that he spit the coffee all over himself and the person in...
My husband and I have just watched the movie Stand By Me for at least the tenth time. About every two years we seem to crave another viewing, usually in high summer, which is when the movie is set. This time instead of renting it, we gave up and bought the Deluxe...