Reflections on the small things, and the big ones, that impact our day-to-day lives.
Women who run with the wolves
March and April have brought a confused aspect to spring. The groundhog never really gets it right, but I love the lore of it all. A March blizzard threw things completely out of…
It’s easy to remember . . .
Sometimes even I surprise myself. Last year, in a post focused on the spirit of place, I wrote these words: Walls hold secrets. Memories are something we make. Oh, to be a fly…
Break up to make up?
There is, indeed, no free lunch and no free music gotten without a price to pay.
What we talk about when we talk about love
How’s this for a trip down Memory Lane: It’s Valentine’s Day 1983. Just months earlier I met the man who would become my husband. Maybe not exactly a Tony and Maria West Side…
My Dog Is Ruining My Life
Well, we all know we’re talking tongue-in-cheek here . . . But just to entice you, here’s the beginning of my Indie Writers Deathmatch story — “Impossible,” says Gary. “Dogs are pals –…
The long and the short of it
Don’t have to be a writer to know we belong to a storytelling species. Conversation is just a prelude, the entry point to an anecdote begging to be shared. I’m not prone to…
