Cadillac and I walked around Lake Murray the other day, me having the “idea” that I would “run.”  The sad part is that my running=Cadillac’s walking. The lake is a large natural man-made lake.  By large, I don’t mean Great Lakes large; I mean it’s large for San Diego, which means in other regions it…

Eldest daughter was sick on Weds, if you count being sick as having a runny nose and crawling around on the floor playing imaginary Harry Potter games with the stuffed animals.  Today Son stayed home, though he wanted to go to school; he’s coughing but in general good spirits, watching a GODZILLA DVD over and…

I’m a bad mother.  I’ve orphaned more blogs than I can remember the passwords to.  A trail of broken words, one post here, another post deleted. This has got to stop. My husband, Cadillac, doesn’t understand blogging.  Facebook, with its stalkerish “XXX is now commenting on So & So’s page” freaks him out.  “Why do…

“It makes me nervous when I see the evidence of how many other people want to be writers.  I don’t talk to many strangers or get letters from many who don’t plan to write a book someday.  You don’t hear people in their 50s and 60s saying they want to do brain surgery when they…