Like most civic-minded people, I haven’t left my house in weeks. Occasional forays to the supermarket, to pick up bottles of water and to fetch locally-owned restaurant carry-out, are handled by my wonderful, and much younger husband, Donny. His immune system is in much better shape than mine. As a result, he’s become my Knight…… Continue reading Weathering The Storm
As a writer who has freelanced full-time, working from home has always been part of the package, even when I have a part-time job to supplement income. As a writer who has been battling cancer for three years – and been without a “real” job for close to a year – self-isolation is just part…… Continue reading Surviving Self-Isolation
Oh, ye gods, Rebecca, I’m feeling emotional. Verklempt, even. I’m feeling the urge to wave my hands around in front of my face, like a Desperate Housewife trying not to smudge her make-up. It’s a pearl-clutching affair. Almost hysterically diverting. I should let you know, right now, that I don’t care if you approve or…… Continue reading meanwhile, in the Id
I have made a living with words for the better part of 30 years. I started out, in 1989, as a proofreader for a publishing company in Phoenix that specialized in video magazines and catalogs (remember those?). Three years later, I was Managing Editor of the whole shebang. I had shown an aptitude for writing…… Continue reading Experiencing Life
I stumbled across this in my archives and it amused me, so I thought I’d share it again. You’re welcome… A – Age: A gentleman never asks and a lady never tells. Ruuude. B – Bed size: about the same as standing up size, I figure, though there’s probably a little unsightly spread. C…… Continue reading ABC’s of B.O.R.E.D.O.M.
My imagination has always been more powerful than reality. It informs everything I do, every interaction, every conclusion. Through my eyes, everything is much brighter, much more colorful, much more magical than it is through the eyes of the average person. I know this, because I’ve tried it the “normal” way. I’ve tried to fit…… Continue reading Out Of Darkness: A Return To Hyper-Reality
Years ago, when I was a young writer struggling to make a living at my chosen profession, I had a piece of paper thumb-tacked onto my bulletin board with a typewritten phrase (all of which must sound bizarrely anachronistic to anybody born after 1990) that read: “That which hurts me, but does not kill me,…… Continue reading That Which Hurts Me