I grew up in an upper-middle-class slash upper-class northern suburb of Chicago in the 1960s and 1970s. I was odd as a kid. However, I was with the same group of kids from kindergarten through eighth grade, so I avoided the mess that middle school can be for many odd…
ME: Honey, have you noticed a switch in preference from chocolate to hard candy as you age?
DEB: (glaring over glasses at me) Are we switching from sugar-free chocolates to hard candy for dessert?
We have been indulging in sugar-free chocolate candies—mostly Russell Stover, because they have the best variety…
This is yet another chapter in a series I “finished” last year, but my characters kept talking to me. Then Roz Warren convinced me into fill out the series into a book, so now I’m working on that. …
portable and present
fractured and glued
reminding me daily
I have a “worry stone” that I bought many years ago that I always carry with me. It’s smooth, with a concave side that is just the right size for a thumb. When I’m feeling anxious, I hold it in my hand and rub it. It helps.
Awhile back I dropped it on a hard surface and it broke neatly in two. I repaired it with super glue, but not neatly, and I can still feel the fracture line whenever I rub my thumb across it.
It reminds me things going badly can still be repaired; but that doesn’t mean the bad things are erased.
The box he had received in the mail had a smaller box in it, roughly three by three by six inches. The note on the outside of the smaller box told him not to open it, until instructed to after establishing a video call with the person at the link…