Category: Blog Posts

  • Musing About Book Ratings

    I enjoy keeping track of the books I have read on Goodreads, usually adding a rating, and very occasionally even writing up a short review comment. I have started thinking about how I rate books and how this might compare to how others rate them. Very loosely, here is how I apply Goodreads’ 5-star scale:…

  • Remembering Rebecca

    It was two years ago today that my friend Rebecca passed away at the too-young age of 42 from agressive leukemia. The example of how she navigated her way through life was an inspiration; so much hard luck (why do some good people never seem to catch a break?), and yet she was always sweet,…

  • Need a Proofeader or Copyeditor? Hire me through Reedsy!

    I’m often the one who friends and colleagues ask to proofread and edit their documents. As an English major, good grammar is important to me. I also have many many years of professional experience writing briefing notes, reports and various other documents. Aside from that, I’m also a voracious reader. One thing that always surprises…

  • Enjoyable Summer with a Couple of Tough Moments

    Oh what a summer! Not exactly what I had planned…

  • Poem For My Father: You Are Always

    Happy father’s day! My Dad is that guy that anyone can call on for help with something. Especially if that help involves fixing or building something. He is a caring man that always looks after the people around him This poem is dedicated to him. You are always You are always up for a drink…

  • Poem For My Mother: It’s OK If You Forget

    Happy mother’s day! This poem is dedicated to my mother, who was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s a couple of years ago. Despite her shrinking faculties, she amazes me by staying postive and even occasionally joking about her situation. It’s ok if you forget It’s ok if you forget where you put it. It’s got to be…

  • Rescue of a Dusty Old Friend

    I’ve been thinking about the old Underwood for a while now. I finally dragged this upstairs and gave it a little dusting. Feels like a visit from an old treasured friend.