Apparently, I did not have a storied upbringing. I had a glossary.

I can't believe I got to 66 years old, almost 67, without knowing that hot chocolate and hot cocoa are two different drinks.

Here's mine. His name's Sam Peck-in-paw. A rather violent, territorial sort, here he is talking trash to a starling.

We must have seen different movies. I sat through most of it complaining, "What the hell is going on? Who is that person?"

Just got back from a power outage due to the weather. It's 1 degree F outside, we have an all-electric house. We have solar panels, but we neglected to include a bunch of house batteries in that system, so they failed, too. Brr.

And the 2021 Dune would have been better if someone had turned some lights on.

It's 18 degrees Fahrenheit, sub-zero wind chill, snowing, January, and my daffodils have popped up.

Today is setting up to be a wet, gloomy day in Naptown. And, apparently, next week is setting up to be ungodly cold.

The golden purpose of Man is to play string with his cat.

Most embarrassing writing moment: a reader informed me that, in one of my books, I had a whole lot of aircraft in hangers and most of them were loaded down with ordinance.