This I Believe – Part II

    1. Anger is hurt in boxing gloves
    2. #1 is the worst thing I’ve ever written, although I believe it’s true
    3. Sometimes a dream that you left your shirt at the dry cleaner too long means that you’re wasting your life where you are
    4. My ears are growing
    5. If I was starving I would steal something
    6. Decaffeinated coffee is depressed because it will never reach its full potential
    7. Sometimes average people are really diabolical
    8. People who work for ‘you’ but are on commission need your scrutiny
    9. Cats are playing chess while dogs are playing checkers
    10. is one of the greatest inventions of all time



This I Believe – Part I

  1. The Vienna Roast (rich and smooth), the Colombian Roast (bold and spicy) and the Regular Roast (mild and silky) coffee canisters at WaWa are all filled with the same thing: Generic Roast (gritty and meh)
  2. My dogs know when someone doesn’t like them and they don’t like someone back
  3. My nose is growing
  4. The world is becoming a kinder place
  5. Most people are mean because they are frightened
  6. Most people are afraid that they’re not good enough
  7. Sometimes a dream that you left your shirt at the dry cleaner for too long just means you left your shirt at the dry cleaner too long.
  8. Bow tie pasta is the most fun of all the pastas
  9. Oranges like to be in a bowl with lemons because lemons are their little cousins
  10. Easter eggs should never be metallic

I’m Back

The original post titled “I’m Back” was dated 2/2017. It’s now a year later. Obviously, I wasn’t really back. I was trying to come back but wasn’t ready (hindsight is 20/20). I needed time to look for a new job, rest (nap), recover from all those years in the rat race, dabble in cooking and baking, read many books, play with my dogs, soak up my new beau, and watch a lot of TV.

After a full year of exploring and settling into who I am and who I want to be I really am back. I’m writing and posting. Anything I feel like! I’m not selling anything so I can be honest and weird. I’m no longer pursuing the book with my friend Susan. She doesn’t think it has anywhere else to go AND my aforementioned new beau panned the effort. So, I’ll leave it alone while I still love it. Maybe I post chapters here and let you guys decide if you like it or not. I thought it was funny.

I am writing for an audience whose most important member is I. I think that’s stickler grammar and it sounds awful to the ear but I can’t knowingly break grammar rules that Catholic nuns taught me. Just can’t do it.

I’m having a blast. If this site and these postings reach others and you/they find some value that’s really nice. But, if I’m not only the only writer but also the only reader I’m okay with that too. Now, if you hate this site and leave comments to that effect I’m going to feel hurt and sad. But, I’ll get over it. Honesty goes both ways. I’m a brutally honest, blunt person. I appreciate those qualities in others and can take it as good as I give it. I really can. If you’ve pissed people off your whole life you develop ‘padding’ and resilience. I’m the Queen of Resilience.

Have fun! I sure am.

I’m back. From the precipice. From the dark. From the wars. Yeah, it’s been  a long, arduous ten years, My Friends. I never gave up writing. For how can a writer stop writing? But most of my writing was done in emails, professional and personal. Smart, funny, way-outside-the-box emails that developed a following of sorts. Some got me in trouble at work so you know they were good.

I was also working on a book with my great friend and superb scriptwriter/playwright Susan McQuilkin. She wrote a chapter, I wrote a chapter in response. She wrote a chapter, I wrote a chapter in response. Call and reply. My character is a business woman who unfairly loses her job at a consulting firm and her character is a stay-at-home-but-work-your-ass-off mother and wife who loses her husband to a younger version of herself. Both at a crossroads in life. Ah, what will happen to these two smart, funny, loving and accomplished women????? We don’t know for now. We both quit the project because real life intruded and real life can be time, and energy, consuming.

Do you want me/us to continue with the story? Email me with your thoughts at

 I so want to come back, Kids. Do you want me to come back?