About a year and a half ago I went on a book-signing tour. Knowing I’d be in airports, I bought myself a smartphone, which I quickly nicknamed “not-so,” short for not-so-smart-phone. One of the reasons I bought the phone was a device called the Square, which you are supposed to be able to at…
The event that Americans commonly call “the first Thanksgiving” was celebrated by the Pilgrims after their first harvest in the New World in 1621. This feast lasted three days, and was attended by about 53 Pilgrims and 90 American Indians, though sources vary on these numbers.
Once in a while everything comes together perfectly. Not only is a dream realized but the facts exceed the expectation in ways one could never anticipate. That’s what happened to me the afternoon of Nov. 10 at the Oro Valley Library.
There’s a part in “Auntie Mame” — a book that was turned into a Broadway musical and a film — where the main character says, “Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death.”
Two years ago I began facilitating a writers’ workshop at the Oro Valley Library. The first meeting brought two students.
Not often does a book bring tears to my eyes, but “The Postmistress” by Sarah Blake had that effect. The book started off slowly. Since a trusted friend recommended it, I kept reading.
This is the time of year I think about Albuquerque. More than 20 years have passed since the first time I attended the Albuquerque Hot Air Balloon Fiesta.
A friend told me he hoped to go on a safari before he died.
A couple of weeks ago I asked my tech guru, Corey, to come to my home because I thought my computer had a virus. I also wanted to move a few of my much-played games to where I could access them more easily.
Years ago when I was terribly lonely because my marriage was falling apart, a friend and I went over to the pound “just to take a look.”
Sometimes it takes extra effort to make a wonderful memory.
Years ago when things went wrong it was easy to blame someone. My boss didn't appreciate me; my mom couldn't possibly understand me; my friends acted mean because they were jealous. On and on and on.
Watching the abundant rain one hot, sultry afternoon, I ran outdoors, stood still and let the water pour down on me. What joy! Dripping wet, I returned to the house where the air conditioning was on. I quickly toweled my hair and face, changed clothes and felt deliciously comfortable.
Eleanor Roosevelt once said, "Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people."
Observing how the mind works is fascinating. After my experience this spring with a mother quail abandoning her babies, I kept thinking of those adorable baby chicks and how brave they were, even though they must have been really scared. Then I realized this could be a wonderful tale for children.
Being an American means a lot to me. When I sing "The Star-Spangled Banner," my voice cracks with emotion. Each year I watch the Memorial Day commemoration on PBS and get teary-eyed.
About this time of year people start complaining about the heat. I am no exception. While at the dentist's office I complained and the technician said, "Would you rather be in a blizzard?"
Samuel Taylor Coleridge was an English poet, literary critic and philosopher who, with his friend William Wordsworth, was the founder of the Romantic Movement in England and a member of the Lake Poets. Here is one of his quotes:
We've all heard the adages: "Never give up." "Keep trying until you succeed." "Practice makes perfect."