Pamela Gibson

This is a rant about packaging, you know, the easy-opening aspirin bottle—just line up the arrows and press down, or the twist off cap that needs a thin knife to get under the plastic that encloses the lid. I understand the need for Fort Knox wrappings. Yes, there were nasty, evil people who used to … Read more

I’m a pack rat. I have plastic containers full of items—some tiny, some even broken—that I keep for nostalgic reasons. But spring is here and that means I really need to do some cleaning. I have clothes in my closet I haven’t been able to fit into for decades, but there they are, taking up … Read more

I don’t do New Year’s resolutions, except in my mind. If they stay there, nobody needs to know if I accomplish them or not. I do make a New Year’s list. It’s shorter, broader, and serves as a reminder, more than an action plan. So here it is: 1. Try writing humor. Just once. No … Read more

I’m participating in a blog hop today featuring authors from around the globe who write historical books. The hop begins at 9am Pacific Time and ends Monday at 2am. Please be sure to comment at the end of the post so you can be entered in a drawing for a $75 Amazon gift card. Each … Read more

I’m an animal person—dogs, cats, bird, lizard, fish. Fred the lizard lived in our house—in a terrarium—but didn’t belong to us. Same with Gilmore the fish. The bird went to live with my grandmother when it lost its feathers due to nerves. The cats used to stare at it. Endlessly. Which brings me to cats, … Read more