A Record Flat Tire Week

What’s your record for how many flat tires you’ve had in a week? Here’s how things have been at my house. On the car my son drives, one tire went flat a couple of times sitting in the driveway. So he finally went to the tire store and cashed in on a free patch. Now we...

My Summer Daze

The little sticky I use to mark the current page in the old-school written calendar that keeps me organized is about two weeks behind. Somehow I can’t bring myself to move it because it will mean that summer is getting away from me. Lately when I look up at the...

Life is Beautiful

I’m sitting on a wide, glassed-in porch that circles much of the public library a half a mile from my home. Ostensibly the purpose of my presence here is to take me away from the distractions at home so I can focus on a story proposal. But the loveliness is a...

Monday Morning Turbulence

Every Monday at 8:30 in the morning I show up for torture. Some of you know what I’m talking about. Those classes at the gym where the instructors actually expect you to put yourself into your workout. My torture of choice these days is water aerobics. Some people...

Savor the Ordinary

Nothing much happened in my life last week. Most of us don’t sit around hoping for bad stuff to strike. But we do sort of hope good stuff will happen. Exciting stuff. Hilarious stuff. Impressive stuff. Facebook- and Twitter-worthy stuff. I like those mountaintop...

Book Table

If you click here, you’ll go to my new Book Table on the website. (Or if you’re on www.olivianewport.com right now, look for the Book Table tab on the right hand side of the blog). You’ll find all my books listed here, including two that are yet to...

And Yet Life Goes On

It’s only the last week of June and already summer last left its mark. I want to feel the sun drench my face while I swing in my hammock. But I also want soft steady rain to drench the thirst of the land and, God have mercy, put out the fires ravaging my state....

Fire. Again.

Fire. I live in Colorado Springs. It’s a gorgeous setting and every day the view outside my door of the Front Range of the Rockies leaves me breathless. If you’ve kept up with recent news anywhere in the U.S. you’ve no doubt heard that a major fire broke out last week...

“It’s All Your Fault.”

Two people at church last Sunday marched up to me after worship and said, “It’s all your fault.” Separately. My goodness. My typical response is to grimace and say, “I know. Everything is usually my fault.” What did I do this time?...