Musings of a Work-at-Home Writer

Yes, I really am that crazy lady watching you from behind the blinds. I am becoming Gladys Kravitz.

So why in the world would my neighbors across the street have a crew in to rip up their entire front yard? When it's almost August? And the house is not even 10 years old, closer, maybe, to 5?

I have quit Twitter. What a waste of time.

A trip to Kalamazoo is on tap for the weekend, to help Amy move from the renowned Davis Street house to an apartment. And think of it: Our next trip to Kalamazoo will probably be in December, for her graduation! Wow. Me, the mom of a college graduate.

I'd like to say I'll be posting here more often, but I won't make promises I can't keep. After more than 6 years, I should probably rethink this whole blogging thing. Really, what is so unique about my voice that it should be added to the noise?