Margaret's Blog
As we move slowly, six feet apart from each other, through the coronavirus pandemic, I’m reminded of another pandemic.
When I was a child, I used to imagine the years of life as a ladder. Each rung represented a year, and in my imagination, the rungs had different colors.
For the love of the Irish! Even though I never met my three long-gone Irish great-great-grandmothers, I like to imagine them making soda bread.
My publisher, The Wild Rose Press, has authors from all over the world. Perhaps unique among publishers, it encourages friendship between its authors through an email loop.
Why Little Women Endures: How A Woman Who Hated Sex Keeps Us Reading
At Christmas time, we ate chicken. This was a rare treat for us. Not that we were vegetarians, far from it.
The trouble with labor-saving devices is that often they create labor. Take, for example, my electric stand mixer.