I Can’t Quilt, But I Can Write

Straight stitches. Strong stitches. Even stitches. Patient stitches. Yeah, that’s where you lose me. Patience. My mother has made some beautiful quilts over the years, and I’m pleased to have some of them in my home. Last time I visited her, I wondered if she would...

10 Reasons I Love the Duck Pond

If you’ve been chasing joy with me for a few weeks, you’ve read about the duck pond before. I visit fairly often, and here’s why: 1. It gets me moving. The pond is small, nearby, and easy to circle. Twice around is about a mile—easily doable on a midday break. 2. It’s...

Mama Says #15

Honestly, I don’t know where my mom gets this stuff. The day was particularly windy. When Mom got back from walking the dog, she put both hands on her head to tame her hair and said, “It’s really windy out there. It makes you want to        take your wig off.” I...

Confessions of a Workhorse

A decade ago I was an in-house editor at a publishing house. Deadlines were unrelenting and unforgiving. Because of the nature of the market we served, the product HAD to go out the door on time. Not three weeks late. Not three days late. We moved projects between...