Monday, March 2, 2015

The Best Hiking Partners...

...don't talk very much.

One of the reasons Craig and I make such great hiking partners is because we do very little talking on our long desert hikes.  There's something very rejuvenating about listening to the quiet.  And you get lots of it in the desert, out in the middle of nowhere.  Wish that I could bottle it.

In the background, you can see the path that we took.
This past weekend, we ventured further into the McDowell
Mountain Preserve, just up the street from where we live.  I wanted to see the wildflowers; Craig wanted to reach the top of Overlook Pass.  We did both.  This was about a five-mile hike.  The elevation changed significantly about 1 mile into the hike. 

Thanks to some good rain so far this year, the desert wildflowers have started to sprout.  On this hike, we saw lots of red, yellow, and purple flowers.  I think the red is my favorite.

Hello, gorgeous!


Tuesday, February 17, 2015


For the next 13 days, I'll be participating in an International Book Giveaway with 13 other authors, 20 books, and some really cute swag.  Deets here.  Rafflecopter below to enter.

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Monday, February 9, 2015

I'm Not Gonna Miss You

Thrilled that Glen Campbell's song I'm not Gonna Miss You won a Grammy last night. 

It's the last song that he wrote before he fell into the cruel abyss known as Alzheimer's.  The lyrics will crush you, particularly if you've ever watched someone struggle with this horrible disease.  And I sincerely hope you don't.

Monday, January 26, 2015


The DVR is set.  Two of my fave shows are set to start: The Americans and The Vikings.

Weird how I really love well-written period television shows but I don't often read historicals or thrillers.  If you've not seen The Americans, it is a thriller set in the 1970's about Russian spies living in the US; The Vikings is on the Historical channel and just so damn goodI even adore the music set to the opening credits for this show.  So hauntingly good.

Lately, as in the last few years, I prefer to read (and write) present-day contemporary stories.  Funny how my TV tastes and reading tastes differ.

Am I the only one with this affliction?

Monday, January 5, 2015

Actual Reality on Reality TV

Photo credit: US Magazine
I was surfing through the channels over the Christmas holiday and stumbled upon


The Housewives of Beverly Hills.

I was about to turn it back to The Twilight Zone marathon which is infinitely better, by the way.  But then I was watching actress Lisa Rinna talk about her aging parents (they are 92 and 82) and I was struck by the genuineness and seemingly unscripted-ness of the moment.  Lisa talked about how she felt guilty that she couldn't do more for her parents; she talked about the frustration of seeing her once vibrant parents becoming so vulnerable and suffering through strokes and dementia.  She also talked about how she never imagined the day where she would feel like the parent to her parents.  Then she mentioned how she could only see her parents ONCE A YEAR (even though she lived in California and they, in Oregon) and I wanted to shake the television set and yell, "Visit them every chance you get! MAKE time for them like you do everything else! You can probably measure their final days in weeks and months, not years!!" 

Then the show panned from Lisa to some dumb empty party where one of the other housewives was throwing a hissy fit over something meaningless and I turned it back to The Twilight Zone

Anyway, it was a momentous day. Some actual reality from reality TV, if only for a few minutes.  Bravo, Lisa!

Happy New Year!  And hug your parents every chance you get!

Monday, December 8, 2014

Santa Baby

From the day after Thanksgiving to Christmas Day, I become almost obsessed with Christmas music--listening to it, playing it on the piano, tuning it on in my car, singing it, thinking it.  All types too--the classics, the re-do's, the jazzy kind.  I don't like Christmas music in July; I don't like it in January.  Just December.  And just through Christmas.  Then it must go away till next year, never to touch my ears till it is time.

Yes, it's playing in my office now as I write this.  I am not wearing a Christmas sweater. I will never wear a Christmas sweater.  I may be eating a Christmas cookie. Or two.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas...

Wednesday, November 26, 2014


I know that Thanksgiving means a lot of different things to people.  For me and my family, it was always a time to simply be together and enjoy catching up, laughing, eating delicious comfort foods that only my mother could cook, setting a pretty table with the fancy plates, having at least one petty argument with a sibling about something stupid, inevitably watching It's a Wonderful Life at least once and, yes, being thankful for our many blessings.  Thanksgiving continues to be my favorite holiday and I don't think that will ever change.

It's going on three years that my parents passed away and we forge ahead with new traditions and new memories.  I can finally say that things do get easier with time after your loved ones pass away though they never get easy.  I've learned that there will always be a permanent hole in my heart that only my parents can fill.  And that's just the way it is. 

I hope you have a wonderful weekend with your families.  To those in the US that celebrate, Happy Thanksgiving!  And pass the mashed potatoes!

We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures. ~Thornton Wilder (American novelist, 1897-1975)