Myself and three friends dressed up for a holiday party Most women of a certain age remember when fashion was fun. Even as teenagers, we’d read our mothers’ magazines, like Vogue, Good Housekeeping, and McCall’s. In August we’d scour our teen magazines to see what would be in style for the upcoming season. Proper school … Read more
Happy Valentine’s Day! I know, I’m a late. I’m always late. My mother used to say, “Pamela, all I do is wait for you. You’ll be late to your own funeral!” Of course my response was, “I certainly hope so!” Valentine’s Day! What do you do when you don’t have a love interest with whom … Read more
For women of a certain age, the holiday season is sometimes bittersweet. By this point in our lives, we’re likely missing family and friends who are no longer with us. I know I am. When I get out my Christmas decorations, I’m transported back in time to holidays I spent with my mom. She loved … Read more
There’s a line in my latest book, Merry Mayhem, when, as Addie is leaving for work, her brother tells her to have fun. That may sound odd, but the characters in the Court Reporter Mysteries are all lucky enough to have careers they love. Addie’s father was a barnstormer back in the late 1930s, early … Read more
I have a confession to make…I love Lululemon. I know, I know—so expensive! But their workout clothes fit well, wear well, and are super comfy. Honestly, though, the primary reason I shop there is because if I’m going to break my neck working out, I’m going to look good doing it. But the reason I’m … Read more
Exercise! Do you love it or hate it? How important is it anyway? I have a love-hate relationship with exercise. The good girl in me says, you must stand up and exercise. The first step is always standing up. The bad girl says, let’s have some coffee and think about it. I usually listen to … Read more
The mustard-yellow, kitchen wall phone rang, changing my life forever. It was May 20, 1971. I was sitting with my almost two-year-old daughter as she sat in her highchair and happily ate her breakfast. I was telling her about Uncle Dale coming home in a few days and how much fun we were going to … Read more
I’m tired of being treated like an old lady. And yikes! How did this happen anyway? When I went to bed one night, I was 40. When I woke up, I was…well, I won’t go there. According to my mother, a lady never reveals her age. This is my first blog, and it’s going to … Read more