Paula W. Millet,  Author

I admit to watching those beautifully filmed wildlife videos on TV. I will never get to go on an exotic safari or ride a camel through...

On the last day of February, 2018, I finished 18 grueling chemotherapy treatments. Although bald and bloated, I was filled with hope that...

Have you ever had an earworm? I'm sure that you have. It’s a creepy image for the relatively common experience of having a song stuck in...

A few months ago I impulsively bought a Costco-sized bag of caladiums. Although I would never consider myself a gardener, at one time I...

I haven’t written a blog in a few months. Each time I tried, I lost my motivation, the wind knocked out of my sails faster than I could...

I am about to really date myself here, but I am willing to risk it to make a point. I must have been twelve years old when I joined Aunt...

Some days I feel like a donkey in the Kentucky Derby. Wish I could take credit for that catchy little slogan, but I can’t. I stole it...

I could use a lower facelift, maybe a couple of Juvederm injections. I’ve got my father’s prominent sagging jowls, and look a lot his...

In all probability, I will never get to visit Paris. The two C’s, cancer and covid, have deferred that dream, putting it at the very...

Cancer treatment is a bit like childbirth. When it is all over, you forget the pain it took to get through it. I suppose both are a...