I was born at the Newton-Wellesley Hospital in Massachusetts where Jack Lemmon made his appearance in the elevator many years before. My mother managed to make it all the way to the delivery room.
I'm sitting here in Massachusetts, somewhat in shock. Summers tend to fly here since it's such a short season in New England but this year we got more than a little short-changed.
I spent yesterday in Rhode Island at the WCFO International Freestyle Conference and today nursing a migraine. Tonight I want to write the blog that I had planned to write on August 1st.
I suspect that I'm the only one here who is a true Independent. I've written about this before. I take pride in the fact that I am quite capable of weighing issues and thinking for myself.
I've taught at various writing conferences, lectured, moderated panels, given seminars. In fact, I was the entire Writers' Conference at one large event in Pennsylvania.
I maintain two blogs. It's enough. I've been asked to blog at more sites. Begged. But I won't. I'm here because I love The Red Room. I also maintain a pet-oriented blog at Blogspot.
So, I'm sitting here in New England "enjoying" a typical New England Summer. It's about 90 degrees and 100% humidity. There's something about air that you can chew.
