Indistinct Chatter In The Little Love That Could, I write about my aversion to small talk. I hate it. Loathe. So I thought of small talk when I noticed the “indistinct chatter” phrase in the subtitles of a film recently. One of my favorite reviews of my previous book, I Punched Myself in the…

The Butterflies and the Bloom Soon I will celebrate my grandson’s first trip around the sun. After that, I will celebrate my own trip another time around the sun. The number is not germane here. (It’s been a few.) Yesterday, before sunrise, my husband John and I took a twisty-turny-twisty-turny drive through picturesque Ortega Highway…

YOU GUYS! I woke up this morning, checked my stats and I’m in Amazon’s Top 100 Bestsellers (Kindle) in ALL THREE of my categories and I’m sure it’s because of all the support I’ve been getting from you! Thank you so much! https://amzn.to/2XWYYZ0 Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #32 in Humor Essays #59 in Spiritual Self-Help #67 in Christian…

The Stomach Bug, Handsome Men and Minding The Suffering Gap   It’s Saturday and you have a lot you want to accomplish today, but you think you may have a stomach bug. The kind that confines you to your bed with a heating pad. You feel so bad you can’t even take a break from…

  I Have to Pee   John was waiting for me to get in the car and I yelled down that I was ready, but that I first had to pee.   I’ve said “I have to pee” a lot in my peeing career. To clarify, not that I have to pee a lot or…

“I’ve said that I emerged from the womb with a saltshaker in one hand and a ripe tomato in the other. I also was born with a thirst for authenticity. I’ve truly always wanted the truth, even if it was painful. Lies seem pointless to me, a waste of everyone’s time.” –Pamela Capone, The Little…

No Parley Polish…Sorrry   One of my favorites images is that of my daughter, Cassie, trying and failing to stifle a giggle. Over the course of her nearly 30 years, I have gone to great lengths to make her laugh, to see her fight back the funny. I must say, I have had great success….

Fox Crossing   I recently crossed paths with a fox on my mountain bike trail. It reminded me of another time—many moons ago—when I crossed paths with a whole other breed of fox, my man John Capone.  He was and is the RRrrraarhhhhh kind of breed:     “The summer following my freshman year, I…

Escargot   Hi, my name is Pam and I have inner conflict. Occasionally when I accidentally run over a snail with my bike, I hear the crunch and I am all at once racked with regret AND have this unexpected, satisfying surge of pleasure like popping bubble wrap.   Ooooh, that’s good. No, wait, that’s…

Sponge Cake   I woke up from a dream this morning. In the dream, I was standing in front of a congregation at church, telling people all the things I have to be thankful for that have happened in my life lately. At face value, all the things I mentioned could be evaluated as “meh,”…