Why does a writer, that would be me, feel she has to write still another book of essays? Because a few readers who enjoyed my last book of essays have written to me to say they would love more. But why do I feel the need to share these small bits of thoughts? I'm not a great thinker or a philosopher. I'm just an ordinary woman who has lived a long and mostly ordinary life. But I must admit that I do love to talk to everyone and anyone about a wide variety of topics including the best way to handle almost anything! My way of thinking and approaching a problem may not be your way, but you might enjoy these new essays. I see it as just another way of handling life's little concerns.