Look at all the boats
According to my mom, the first complete sentence I ever uttered, as a child, was as we were passing a harbor, and I said, “Look at all the boats!” So it was only fitting that I shoul...
Footsteps in the Flour
My sister Karen sent me some family photos the other day. It brought a smile and brought back some priceless memories. I especially like the photo of my dad holding me when I was two month...
Birthday Boy
If coming up with a gift suggestions for yourself is hard, trying figuring out what to get for the guy who has everything. Today is my husband Sandy’s birthday and I am breathing a sigh of...
Boys and their cars
Boys and their cars…
My husband is crazy about old cars. His dream is to someday own a ‘70’s Mercedes Pagoda. At night, his bedtime reading is old car magazines. ...
One Last Dance
Oh, gosh, I remember when I was writing One Last Dance – that tickle of excitement that quickly builds when you think, “I’m on to something here.” The concept: On the eve...
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When I’m on deadline I often think of the scene in the movie “Private Benjamin,” where a bedraggled Goldie Hawn is marching in the rain and cries plaintively, “I want to go to lunch! I want to wear sandals!” I know that feeling. Being in the ‘salt mines’ means having lunch, if I bother to eat it at all, at my desk and, as for wearing sandals, well, that’s the only good part – because I work at home I can wear whatever I damn well please, though this time of year my footwear of choice is fur-lined mocs. Nose to grindstone as I approach the finish line, I think about the piles of stuff on my desk - letters to respond to and paperwork to attend to - and how good it’ll feel to finally get that out of the way. I think about all the fun stuff I’ll do when I finally emerge from my cave into the light: the books in my To Read pile…the pedicure that awaits me…the massage I’m in desperate need of…the friends with whom I can now make a date…and, last but not least, my poor neglected husband who will be happy to welcome his semi-comatose wife back to the land of the living. Oh, and let’s not forget the joy of being able to sleep in past 4 a.m. 
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