Cold Feet

Cold Feet

I use my sunroom even in the winter. Daft, I know, but I like sitting among nature for quiet times. Around early December last year, it started to get cold enough for a heavy coat and hat. Even so, I got chilly after a few minutes of sitting. I only wear a pair of...
Fish Follies

Fish Follies

I have two goldfishes named Willy and Comet. They can’t be cuddled or petted. And if I talk to them, they’ll likely show me their tails. Yet I still love those slimy buggers. They live for feeding time. In between, they search every rock and surface for...
My Own Race

My Own Race

That Looks Good Because my children swam, I got involved in officiating swim meets. Now, I continue doing it for jollies. As I observe young swimmers, I have always been bothered by the breaststroke rubber neck. The breaststroke is a very regulated cyclical stroke,...

Four years and Four Books Later

I started on this writing journey four years ago at the start of the pandemic. (In case you’ve missed it, the two previous posts detail how it all began.) Now, four years later, I have completed my series and am starting a new undertaking — indie...
Crossing the Bridge

Crossing the Bridge

January 25, 2023 Initial Foray I wrote the text of the previous post in July 2020, shortly after I lost my job. I likened the start of my writing journey to facing a bridge. Six months later, I’ve crossed that bridge. During that time, I have spent countless...