Do you talk to yourself?

Do you?  I mean, out loud? I didn’t used to.  Only deranged people talk aloud to themselves, right?  But there are certain circumstances now when I find myself doing it. Like when I carry two super-heavy bags of groceries in from the car and heave them onto the kitchen counter.  Okay, I grunt in relief…

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Why do I blog?

Let me make one thing clear.  I don’t blog to express a political opinion.  As a novelist, my taking a stand on anything political or religious is disastrous.  When I talked here last week about civil discourse, it was to vent not about what we say but how we say it. So there you go…

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Why is everyone talking at once?

Call me old fashioned, but I want to hear what other people have to say, which is why I hate it when I hear voices talking over each other.  It’s disrespectful.  It’s impolite.  It’s deafening. But, of course, that’s the point.  Those voices don’t want to hear other voices.  They think theirs is the only…

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The humiliation of airport security

I fly often and am pretty immune to security demands, but yesterday was the worst.  My husband and I were going through security at Reagan National in Washington, D.C.  I had loaded the bins with my coat, my scarf, my boots, and my liquids.  When I approached the scanner, the security guard (male) indicated that…

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Little things that drive me crazy

I really, really want to complain about something, but I have a personal rule.  It started when my son went to college and, during those first weeks of adjustment, too often called with complaints.  I finally told him that for every bad thing, he had to first tell me something good.  That’s my rule.  So…

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