I’ve been in hibernation mode lately, like an over wintering bear, only peaking out from time to time. Hibernation isn’t easy during the holidays but I did pretty well during Thanksgiving, making turkey for Steve and I and spending the rest of the day painting my office. The idea sounded so simple — paint the…
It’s been five years now since my birth father died. There are many times when he seems so, not gone. Times when I think about calling him — after I’ve run across his phone number or email address, still saved in my contacts. I can see and hear him as clear as if I’d just…
There’s little risk in becoming overly proud of one’s garden because gardening by its very nature is humbling. It has a way of keeping you on your knees. –– Joanne Barwick I didn’t say all that much about my garden this year. I guess I was too busy being a Master Gardener… I’m still brown bag ripening…
As I drive to work, I keep glancing at the sky, perhaps more than is wise. The sunrise is making orange sorbet with a touch of lemon meringue out of the clouds, as they sit in a china bowl of soft blue. In contrast, simple white clouds are stretched like cotton balls into thin, long…
“Play! Have fun with it!” That’s what I was told at the first session of my latest writing class, “Writing Contemporary Creative Nonfiction.” We were asked to partner up with someone, find a couple items we had with us and use them as props to create and act out a play. Huh? I paired up…
I jot notes everywhere – on scraps of paper, on the notepad on my iPhone and iPad, and in numerous other applications and software. Words are strewn everywhere and nowhere. Thoughts unfold quickly, then recoil into a ball like a pillbug that’s been touched. Is it fear that interrupts my train of thought? Fear that…
