February. Dull, gray, lifeless. It’s the time of year I always say to my hair stylist “I think I want to add a swatch of wild color across the top of my hair.” “That’s just winter talking,” she responds. It’s become a February ritual. So instead of that, I’ve decided to have a facelift. Well, at least a facelift to my website, and I’ve switched from one blogging platform to another. Why? I want to make it easier for people to read on any device they use, I want readers to be able to Continue Reading

Yesterday, I competed in a day long writing event in honor of #NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month, where the goal is to write 50,000 words. Sponsored by the Capital City Writers Association, it was a 12 hour day, and I was with 95 other people, camped out in Spartan Stadium’s press box on the beautiful campus of Michigan State University. Do I have a novel in me? Who knows; it’s more of a personal challenge, a stretch goal for sure. I certainly have the story, but translating it to Continue Reading

As I write this, we are three weeks into the New Year, and time to assess our New Year’s resolutions. What? You didn’t make any? Well, you’re just in luck, because any time is a good time to try better habits, ditch crummy behaviors or just hit the refresh button on things going well. And don’t worry if you’re off to a rocky start. That old myth that it takes 21 days to form a new habit is just that – a myth. It may take weeks or months, and sometimes, we need to start over and over to stay on Continue Reading

Welcome to my head!I grew up in the era of pinball machines. I didn’t play them often - they usually weren't located where I hung out, but when I did, I loved to release the shooter, hoping the shiny, silver ball would sound all sorts of bells and whistles, scoring more and more points. I’d activate the flippers to extend the game and add some good old fashioned body English that my older brother taught me, but eventually, the ball would roll to the inner recesses of the machine, and that round Continue Reading