Category Archives: Much Ado About Nothing

Let’s talk about the Antichrist. For some the term Antichrist is said to be a man possessed by Satan himself who will oppose Christ directly during the end days. The general populace will supposedly adore him, many will proclaim him to … Continue reading →

Fun, sun, family vacation, and laptops…One of these things is not like the other …three of these things are kinda the same… Sorry for slipping into Sesame Street, but hopefully you guessed correctly: laptop. Why do we bring our laptops, and … Continue reading →

Trust me, I’ve been an idiot more than a few times. Indeed, it seems to have taken a two-by-four over the head to drum this fact into my thick skull: You can’t edit yourself. I’m an editor for Pete’s sake, … Continue reading →

Is there a perfect place to write? Perhaps not, but surely one place is not as good as another. In my overly busy and often chaotic house, choosing a place to write is far less important than choosing the best time … Continue reading →

“You’re old, not your car!” To my barest credit, the above is yelled in my head, (most of the time, anyway) and NEVER at the offending driver. I’m speaking of those drivers who take turns in slow motion. So slow, I would … Continue reading →

   Recently, I found an essay written by my high school daughter, who, I am sure, could write the pants off of me six days out of seven. It caught my eye and then my ire when I noted the red marks … Continue reading →

My daughter, who is gaining her degree at Eastern Michigan University and majoring in English, finished The Glen recently. As a service to me, she penciled in a few thoughts and noted typos. All were relatively minor, a few missing words, misspellings, misplaced commas, extra spaces, and … Continue reading →

Mark Twain once said, “When angry count to four; when very angry, swear.” A part of me seconds that, another side of me is trying to find other ways to handle anger and frustration. This past week or so, I have been trying to … Continue reading →

Ok, I cried. Nine years late, I know, but I still cried. Catherine is our baby, our youngest girl. She has been homeschooled her whole life. She has never attended an outside school, except for a 3-day a week, 2-hour preschool program when … Continue reading →

    At times it feels like I am or may as well be a stick of playdough, so many things pulling me in so many directions. I’m at aware I am lying in the bed I made. I’m also aware there are dozens … Continue reading →