I have always had this idea that my eccentric streak is mostly charming, and therefore not a cause for concern. This idea received a check the other day when I took a look at my passport photo and realized that the woman with those eyes seems more deeply disturbed than harmlessly eccentric. Wow, I thought….

After I went on a lengthy rant recently, the friend I inflicted it upon pointed out, “Cluelessness can be cured.”  My new mantra.

The other day, a woman I know came up to me and said, “Do you think your sister could give me a quote for re-doing my living room?”  I stared at her for a minute, uncomprehending.  All of my siblings are tax accountants or some variation thereof.  “Um.  What?” “Isn’t she an interior designer?” “No. ” …

The other day, I went to tuck my daughter in bed (she’s still young enough that she needs to be tucked) and discovered that she had taken a copy of my romance in with her and was trying her very best to read it.  Since it’s a short, sweet contemporary, I wasn’t worried that the content was…

I usually skate over typos in books (Columbia for Colombia, for example) although as I’ve mentioned before sometimes these things pull me out of a story.  But this week, I ran across a typo made repeatedly in a book that just made me laugh (not the response the writer was hoping for, I am sure.):  “He…