Or is it just me? — Okay, I’m mortified. I have what I laughingly call my ‘Author’s Page’, only because everyone else has one and some of them are exquisite and I’m a sheep. I’ve been building this page on WordPress and it’s like trying to do brain surgery blindfolded. They have blocks. Or sections. …

She looks at life from both sides now. — Set scene: It’s the Newport Folk Festival, July, 2022. After nine years away from the spotlight and 53 years after the last time she performed at the Festival, Joni Mitchell, in a surprise appearance, is back on stage. She’s singing ‘Both Sides Now’, her signature piece, a grueling song not…

So let me write it out and see what happens. — It’s been just over three months since Ed died and I’m no closer to figuring out what’s next than I was the day it happened. …

Hint: Ultimately nothing to the rest of us. I’m going to start this off with two caveats: One, I didn’t watch the entire Depp-Heard trial, only snippets. And two, I’ve never been the perpetrator or the victim of conjugal abuse. I have no skin in this game, so anything I…

So I might as well write about them. — I had a dream last night. A good dream. I dreamed I pulled out an old, unfinished manuscript and I loved what I was reading! It was so good! And it was already half finished! Then I was writing a query letter and everything I said in it was a…

It’s a fact that many of us get almost all of our news via the internet. …

Mary Oliver — Mary Oliver’s poem ‘When Death Comes’ is her most famous for a reason: It resonates with everyone. It’s here: When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death…

He was too full of life for that. — On Wednesday, March 16 at 12:30 AM my husband, Ed, passed away peacefully. Our children and grandchildren were able to fly down to our winter digs in South Carolina, where we could all spend that fleeting time together. …

Why is that so hard for Fox News and the American Right to understand? — In the 1980s, when I was still active in the vibrant writer’s community in and around Detroit, one of my close friends was a Ukrainian poet/activist who spent a good part of her time smuggling out and translating into English the works of dissident Ukrainian poets living under Soviet rule. …