Saturday, April 29, 2017


Saturday, April 4, 2015

I love to be able to get away every now and again, even if only for a couple of days.

I enjoy the change of scenery and waking up someplace different, whether at the home of a friend or family member or even on an air mattress in my tent.

I am, however, really leery about staying in hotels and motels.

Over the years I have had some rather unpleasant experiences that make me cringe to even think about.

As a kid, my mom and I always spent a week "down the shore."

Saturday, March 28, 2015


Thomas Wolfe immortalized the phrase, "You can't go home again."

I don't know about you, but I've had the experience of trying to go back to my beloved hometown, hoping to see the happy place of my youth.

Instead, the town had changed so much, and not for the better. The people were still extraordinarily warm and friendly, making even a trip to Dunkin' Donuts a nice adventure. I think coal region people are some of the friendliest people anyone could hope to encounter.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

I heard a story recently on Coast to Coast AM about the famous World War I flying ace, Baron Manfred von Richthofen, the Red Baron.

The Red Baron has maintained a legendary reputation one hundred years later as one of the greatest pilots of World War I, having shot down a career total of 80 pilots during the conflict.

There is an extra aircraft that some accounts attribute to the Baron as well, but this one may not be of Earth.

The account is attributed to a fellow flier who accompanied the Red Baron on an early morning mission in the spring of 1917.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

At every stop light, other motorists beeped their horn and shouted at me, but I'd already coached myself not to look at them. I already knew there was an arrow embedded in my passenger side door. I just didn't feel like explaining it, not to strangers anyway.

How would I explain that I'd shot my own truck, while trying to get a turkey? That I'd known I was going to hit the truck when I let the arrow fly?

Plus they'd want to see the turkey, and I'd have to tell them that I'd missed it. And that it was only a jake.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

I was excited last night because a very dear friend of mine was giving a talk at a church organization.

The last time she gave a talk, I was in the hospital so I had to miss it. I told my husband I would camp on the church steps if I had to because it meant a lot to me to be there this time.

"I didn't realize you knew her that well. She doesn't live around here. How do you know her?" he asked.

When I told him I met Lisa at a church seminar, he wanted to know how long I knew her. "It can't be that long because you just started going to those retreats," he commented.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

It's a cool, bright March Monday, and I'm giving our library an early spring cleaning.

I pull a dusty old book off a shelf, intending to run a lemon-oil scented rag over its cover and page edges before putting it back onto a cleaned bookcase.

But I succumb to temptation and sink into a comfy chair, book in hand. It's one I read to my daughters when they were small.

It takes a few pages of reading to adjust my 2015 brain to 1905 language.

Language has always been fluid and dynamic. What meant one thing in 1950 means something entirely different now.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

There is a video making the rounds on the Internet in the past week or so regarding a so-called haunted house.

It is about 90 seconds long and depicts a single camera point of view of poltergeist activity in a haunted house. The narrator sounds like a woman who is on the phone with someone describing what is happening. She claims there are noises through the house and the dogs are crazy.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

I watched as young kids tossed something into the street.

I couldn't see what it was because they were walking a half block ahead of me. But I was certain I saw them throw something with disrespect.

When I'd reached the intersection, I looked down and scanned the area. I spotted it right away. Pennies. They had tossed a fistful of pennies into the gutter, as if the coins were worthless. It's happening more and more. I'm sure you've noticed it. Pennies are everywhere. Kids are discarding copper cents, and that's why the rest of us are finding so many "lost" pennies.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

One of my most favorite writing assignments was when I wrote the cooking column, "Country Cupboard" for the weekly Pocono Post. Each week it featured a local person who liked to cook, or bake, and willing to share their story along with a few of their favorite recipes for the readers.

Besides meeting some really great people, many of them cooked their favorite dishes for me. Talk about perks of the job! Many of those recipes then became favorites of my own family.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

I remember the first time I used a computer.

I was quite intimidated by the thing and thought for sure I would break it.

The woman who was instructing me on its use assured me that there was no way, aside from hitting it with a hammer, that I could break this wonderful and mysterious piece of office equipment.

I don't remember much of what I was taught that first day, except for one thing she said decades ago: "Garbage in, garbage out" or GIGO.

GIGO is an acronym used in computer science that means that bad input will result in bad output.