Paul Bunyan Meets Cirque Du Soleil
It was like Paul Bunyan meets Cirque Du Soleil and it all happened right in my front yard. It was Saturday morning. I saw him before he reached the house, he dropped a pile of orange rope on the ground…
Angels Wear Plaid
Noticing life out loud since 2011
Angels Wear Plaid
Noticing life out loud since 2011
Month July 2011
thoughts on the ‘lake of a million memories’
When I started my ‘Guide to Writing Descriptive Settings’ class in late May, I was certain that I wouldn’t tackle writing about Big Sand Lake, I was positive it was too big to capture into words. I didn’t think I could describe how thrilling…
The Lake of a Million Memories
Memories strike at strange times and in unexpected ways. I have a relationship with the towpath and the canal. Its constant but ever-changing presence embodies the evolution in my life. Along the canal, in the quiet of the morning, my heart opens and…
A Picture is Worth 200 Words
I take pictures of everything, and multiple versions of most things. I’m not a photographer by any means, although every once in a while I get lucky and capture something breathtaking or unique. I like to think the digital camera…
If my smart phone was ‘really’ smart…
It would ‘know’ when I requested navigation to an incorrect address and that I was walking not driving to my destination. There are 2 CVS pharmacies near where my writer’s group meeting is held. One has a parking garage, the other does…
The Felling Finale…or is it?
The morning was sunny, Bobby’s mood was not. Bobby looked nothing short of defeated, his entire body drooped with exhaustion. “I underbid this job by a longshot, but it happens, and you still gotta finish the job and finish it…
Chicka Boom, Chicka Brush
I left for my run without my ipod. When I realized it I was annoyed, but given the fact that it took me nearly 1/2 a mile to notice it, I’d have to admit it wasn’t a tragedy after all. I’d spent most of the…
A Night at the Tavern
Four miles from where Washington crossed the Delaware, in a building that was part of the Underground Railroad, there once lived a man named Sam. In 1845 Samuel Slack was the town librarian and earned a whopping $1.00 a year. Talk about…
Funnel Cakes and Moon Walks
I recently attended a Celtic festival in Bristol borough. The festival took place in a small park located on the Delaware river. I didn’t realize there was a park located behind the wooden awning that shelters the entrance to the…
The Night I was a Princess
I suspected that writers use their life’s experiences to shape their work, but until I began taking classes, I really had no idea just how much they do. Class after class, and piece after piece more and more memories are…