Is it just me, or is it always Friday?

This week has been an exciting one, with the release of “Tate”, the first story in the new McKettricks of Texas trilogy, and a challenging one, as well. So many terrific things are happening–my self-conferred new name, Lindarella, really fits. (Well, except for the Prince, and I’d rather have a cowboy.) Do glass slippers (boots?) come in size 8 and 1/2?

I’m just silly today. Bear with me, please.

My computer ate 5 pages of “Austin” the day before yesterday, and I’m still trying to find it. I went on from

We’re on a good-weather roll here in Spokane. The sun is summer-bright this morning–hard to believe this is January.

I was feeling rocky yesterday, but I’m better today.

At least, I was, until I tuned in to the news. It’s usually my policy to stay silent on most issues, because convincing you of anything is not the reason I write this blog and surely not the reason you read it. But this one really broke my heart.

Another death related to cyber-bullying? Cruelty of this magnitude astounds me–what possesses people (mostly teenagers, but remember the mother posing as a boy