Reflections on the small things, and the big ones, that impact our day-to-day lives.
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…
The minor fall/the major lift
Ask a writer why she writes and she’s bound to say it has something to do with her love of the places reading has always taken her. Stories are what we live by….
