I had my first experience in being in the jury pool this week. Talk about grueling! There were hundreds of us called forth to the Phoenix courts to sit around and wait to see if we would be chosen. It felt like school all over again. Pamela Bowman – Here! Line up with your number …

An early morning walk on the beach usually makes me a tad melancholy. Not this day. I was pleased to find the mist mingling with the salt air. I sat for a long time, alone, watching the ever constant tumble of water foaming to the shore. Usually I feel so connected to the sea. Weird, …

One of the advantages to being a writer/producer is that I am BEHIND the camera. This morning we received an email from GOOD MORNING ARIZONA. They have requested an interview for their show on Friday the 12th of SEPTEMBER. What goes around comes around and now the roles are reversed! So many of my friends …

Cell division is a process by which a cell, called the parent cell, divides into two or more cells. Thank you wikipedia. I am the parent cell. My children have divided and split. Occasionally, as they float off on their own, it is inevitable that they bump back into the parent cell. This occurs around …

I realized a few days ago just how uninformed I have become. I wake up very early each day and the first thing I do is read the news and still I am uninformed. At 5:30 a.m. I was totally unprepared for John McCain’s announcement. I did some research and thought hmmmm. I must admit …

So I got this from another blog, and it seems appropriate. Kind of like the WIKI page. I remember once going to girls camp and the girls were getting a little irritated with each other so I suggested we play the “say something nice” game. I know I am pathetic. So, everyone had to say …

In doing this project, I have come to a place where I realize that there is no one else to blame. It turns out that the ultimate success or failure ends up being on me because of the resources I found, or used, or was able to make available to me. At the end of …

Sometimes life beats you up. This month has been … growthful. Is that the right word? I was talking to someone about how difficult it is at times to believe in anything when so many things are unbelievable. There is all this violence in the world. So much hate and prejudice and ugliness and … …

Don’t you hate it when you have moments when the best thing you should do is find a cave, crawl in and stay there until nighttime comes and the blood sucking vampire that faces you from your mirror has been stabbed with that wooden stake through its heart? Today, I was walking toward the office …

“Pam, Where’s your bike?” “What do you mean, ‘where’s my bike’. Isn’t it in the garage?” “No. Neither is Ben’s.” The garage is a mess, but not that messy. Sure enough both bikes have disappeared. I am mad. That bike was my birthday gift. It was a nice bike. Why can’t I have anything nice? …