Fifty and Fantastic!
Today is my birthday! I arrived at the cabin last night and was delighted by the brightly colored balloons tied to the mailbox and on the chair reserved for the ‘birthday girl.’ My niece bounced up and down and pointed at the…
If the Pizza Box Could Talk…..
Today the morning fog was thicker than usual, the coffee wasn’t kicking in and my thoughts were focused on my upcoming vacation. I checked my calendar and sighed out loud when the meeting reminder popped up. I had no idea…
What Kind of Mother doesn’t Carry Tissues?!
We stood on the bridge between New Hope and Lambertville waiting for the fireworks to begin. Annoyed with the loud sniffling sound behind me, I turned toward my son. “You need to blow your nose,” I said. “Do you have…
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…
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…