Mirka Muse

The owner of this blog* will be unplugged for the next month. *Me= That means not blogging and not (gulp) receiving Email. If you have...

With the return to Standard Time behind us, (finally adjusted, thank you) we get to be in “real time” for a few months. That is, before we ...

Years ago, when I first began writing with the hope to eventually get published, but had yet to  tell anyone about it, a package arrived in...

I don’t know about you, but run-of-the-mill skeletons and every day witches don’t do much for me. They have become so banal  they've  l...

My step mother wrote that she’s about to go on vacation with her grandchildren, to a lovely resort by the Mediterranean Sea. She asked abou...

When I was ten years old the doctors thought I may have childhood leukemia, still quickly lethal back then. I was hospitalized for ten days...

There’s a saying that all good things must come to an end. Bummer. Here’s the good News: All bad things do too. If you are going thr...

And that is Why We Keep Writing One of my least favorite speech clichés is, “When all is said and done.” When, perchance, is that? ...

---But Not Out with the Old Yesterday was the official first day of fall, and the Jewish New Year begins at sundown tomorrow. I’m in...

Breathe in, Breathe out. Breathe in, Breathe out. Forget to do this And attaining Enlightenment Will be the least of your probl...

…And Everyone else's In one of those moods today, thinking about unexpected insights  I've  gotten over the years from just abo...

Years ago, at a particularly difficult moment in her life, my wise stepmother told me she chose not to fall into depression, and chose to b...

Getting a manuscript finished does not mean you will get an agent to represent it. Getting an agent does not mean you will get a sale. ...

Or: How I Became a RUDE Person I’m no different from ninety eight percent of Americans. Inundated with sales calls, advertisement on s...

So here I am, an assistant packer to DS who’s moving to his second apartment. In a few days, when this is done, I’ll be assistant shipper t...

August, the summer's last messenger of misery, is a hollow actor. Henry Rollins If you can explain this quotation to me, please...

Well, I’m back and not worse for wear. In fact, I felt rested from no-cooking-dishwashing-driving and all things computer. “Felt,” because ...