My list of fall chores is getting shorter. So are the days, of course. I figured out the problem with my mower—needed a new fuel …

For those of you who are following the saga of my father’s recovery, he is back at his own home now, taking his first steps into …

The curtains are closing on summer here. Lots of cool days on the horizon, although we had one last hot one yesterday. I’ve started …

Pessimism makes me angry—sometimes. When people use it as an excuse to not put forth effort, it makes me angry. For a while, my …

Sometimes it feels like I’ve written a million books. I think of a “brand new” idea and then remember that I already wrote it. But …

It has been a long, hard, emotional week so far, and it’s only Tuesday as I write this. Today was sweaty and full of lots of truth …

“Take my hand,” Bishop said.

Elena raised her eyebrows and glared at him.

“Trust me.”

She held an indifferent hand out to him and he grabbed it. They swung their arms gently between them as they walked …