by Grace Burrowes February 7th, 2012 One of my first guardianship clients was a fellow named Harold. Harold was ninety-six, and quite sharp in many regards, but his memory was faltering. He’d outlived two wives and his only son, and thus had no family to help him make the important decisions.
Harold also had no feet, diabetes having taken a toll on his circulation. Read the rest of this entry »
by Grace Burrowes January 16th, 2012 
I spent much of 2011 in an unproductive dither about writing. This was stupid, though probably a mandatory rite of passage in an author’s development. I’m much better now, thank you, having put the irrational nature of publishing “success” in some kind of perspective. Here’s what I’ve learned:
Well written books don’t always sell well; poorly written books may sell very well. Nobody’s really sure why either occurs, though everybody has an earnestly propounded theory grounded in little more than personal experience, a few supporting anecdotes and a load of desperate hopes. Write anyway—because you love to, that’s why. Read the rest of this entry »
by Grace Burrowes January 10th, 2012 I get the anchor slot on this twelve day merry-go-round of fun, reflections, and stories, though short of publishing a recipe for lutefisk cupcakes, I’m not sure what I could offer to top our recent posts. In the spirit of respect and acceptance for which this blog deserves to be famous, I will offer… a secret. My secret is that… Read the rest of this entry »
by Grace Burrowes December 23rd, 2011 
It’s TWO DAYS before Christmas, Hanukkah is in full swing, and if you have time to read this, you’re either procrastinating last minute gift wrapping or you’ve developed the holiday adaptation for compulsive tendencies. Good on you, either way.
I like the holidays just fine. Beloved Offspring isn’t underfoot to supervise me, so I don’t have to get a tree, decorate, wrap presents, or otherwise crowd a goodly expanse of unstructured time with culturally mandated activities. Those activities were all well and good when I was parenting a minor child, but now I’m enjoying being in my prime, which often equates to being in my jammies during daylight hours. Read the rest of this entry »
by Grace Burrowes December 6th, 2011 One shouldn’t feel wobbly in mid-life. Where I procured this piece of Holy Writ, I’m not sure, but I have engraved it in stone. In mid-life, at least professionally, you can coast a bit. You’re not yet an old fart, you’re the approachable expert to whom all the tadpoles and sophomores can come to for sage advice…. Right? Read the rest of this entry »
