Bar Scott

We talk about Facebook a lot: whether to be on it or not, what to post, and what not to post. A friend of mine gets herself in trouble by posting political comments that are offensive to the people she…

I read one and a half books this past weekend. The first was Lynda Barry’s What It Is; the other, the one I haven’t finished yet, is David Brooks’s The Road to Character.

            My sister introduced me to Lynda. Amazing…

We live in the high desert valley between the Sangre de Cristo Mountains to the west, and the Wet Mountains to the east. The distance between them is about 12 miles. The Sangres rise to 14, 000 feet, The Wets…

Philadelphia airport is quiet today. There are plenty of people around but no noise. Odd.

I’m on my way back to my new home, which is worlds away from my original home in suburban Philadelphia. My parents are still here…

The annual Woodstock Writers Festival ended yesterday. The last panel on Sunday is always Memoir a Go-Go moderated by Martha Frankel, executive producer of the festival. Martha’s a writer herself. She wrote a memoir about her gambling addiction a few…

I woke up groggy this morning. The time change always does that to me. We went to bed at 9:30, but my body thought it was 8:30, so within 20 minutes I was back upstairs listening to music. Thankfully, the…

A friend of mine has given up self-pity for Lent. What a useful idea! It got me thinking about what I could give up that would be helpful. I’ve been obsessed with the idea of giving up for a couple…

Winter has finally come to Colorado. Early this morning our driveway had over a foot of new snow on it. The ploughs that cleared the street before I’d woken up, left a higher, more solid pile at the end of…

Twice in the last couple of years I’ve asked very capable people to build a new website for me; a site I could manage myself after the basic architecture was in place. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a clue how difficult…

Every so often I get an email or a card from someone who encourages me to keep writing my blog. This morning I got one of that said, “I miss your blogs.” Saturday someone else called to ask if their…

On my walk this morning I thought of a couple of things I’d like to write about. Now that I’m at my computer I can’t remember. That’s the way things are these days.

To piece my memory back together, it’s…

Every Wednesday morning, my friends Doris and Nicole and I meet by phone to do some writing. We call in to our conference call website at 7:30 a.m., one of us gives a prompt, we hang up, write for 20…