Back in 1982, when I started writing seriously, I got a computer called a Commodore. The screen was green with yellow flashing letters and the manual was indecipherable. None of my friends had computers back then, but I knew one nerd who I thought might beable to...
When I’m confused or upset, when I’m clear or overjoyed, I write. I’ve always done it. I recall a particular day when I was five years old, sittingcross-legged on the beige and green shag carpeting in our living room,scribbling in my Cinderella coloring book. It was a...
She hated being late so she left her house an hour early. Plenty of time to get there and then some. She wasn’t exactly sure how to get where she was going, so she turned on her GPS an filed into the bumper to bumper traffic that was lined up on Laurel Canyon....
I once saw a Dustin Hoffman movie called “Hero.” He played a man who made the first heroic gesture of his life when he inadvertently and begrudgingly rescued passengers after a plane crash and he disappeared. It was a very popular film because everyone loves a hero....
Serve Someone Else, Serve Yourself When I was writing my book, “Memoirs of a Ghost,” I devoteda chapter to my volunteer work at an AIDS hospice, something that changed my life. It was the late 1980’s when testing positive for HIV was a death sentence. I lost a lot of...
I was sitting at my computer for a long time this morning, wondering what to write. When I looked back over my previous blogs, I was amazed to see that to date, I had written 270 of them. I had posted one every single weekend with the exception of an emergency when...
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