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 whack. Before the blizzard there was this in my front yard. Birds were visible, then seemed to go into hiding when … [Read more...] about Women who run with the wolves
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 on a wall when something we’re not privy to is taking place! The walls I’m mostly thinking about are the ones that … [Read more...] about It’s easy to remember . . .
Break up to make up?
Music purist that I am, I was slow to catch the Pandora streaming train. To my thinking it was one step ahead of piped in Muzak, what you hear is what you get. Real radio, which I love, has disc jockeys, and disc jockeys liven things up with personality in lieu of algorithms. What a treat to be … [Read more...] about Break up to make up?
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 Story moment, but close enough. Suffice it to say I spotted him across a room, Tavern on the Green, to be exact, talking to … [Read more...] about What we talk about when we talk about love
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 – playmates. Nobody will ever love you the way they do.” His voice crackles. Words snap and pop. Tunnel . . . … [Read more...] about My Dog Is Ruining My Life
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 especially long-winded anecdotes, but even I can get carried away. “The long and the short of it,” I’ll say, reaching the … [Read more...] about The long and the short of it
