My eyelids flutter as sunshine comes into my room. I slowly open them, happy to see a break in the rain. Stretching I reach for my phone to see if Ev has texted me for an early walk, not yet. I scan social media and the first post I see is a beautiful picture of... Continue Reading →
A little wisdom . . .
The pouring rain floods the small patio outside the sliding glass door. Still in my pajamas I watch from the comfort of my bed. I wish to lay her all day long, listening to the falling rain, and alternating between reading my latest book club pick and playing Words with Friends. If a friend were... Continue Reading →
Take the time to pause . . .
Lifting weights and pushing through the last of my sit-ups, I wrap up my morning workout. I find it easy to maintain a healthy lifestyle, I always have, something that came naturally. Exercise and diets have never been on my list of New Year’s resolutions. That is, if I actually made a list. Laying on... Continue Reading →
Still amazing . . .
Unable to sleep, I lay awake and think about him. I don’t want to, but I do. Instead of letting those thoughts float away, I cling to them and imagine his life with her . . . yuck. I pull my laptop from my nightstand and write these words, ”Just when I think I am... Continue Reading →
Home . . .
I slide the window shade up a few inches, careful not to let too much light into the airplane. We are pretending it’s nighttime as we chase the sunset on this flight. The cabin is quiet. I cannot sleep and I cannot resist the view, thirty-eight thousand miles above an enormous snowy mass somewhere over... Continue Reading →
Write, edit, rinse, repeat . . .
Tap, tap, tapping away on my keyboard, reading and rereading chapters, my eyes burn. I understand now why other writers have said that editing a story is sometimes harder than the initial writing. This has been the case with my memoir. Having never written a book I had zero expectations about the process other than... Continue Reading →
Little boy wisdom . . .
I stand at the back gate of the school, the designated spot for picking up first graders. My grandson knows I’m his ride today and I can’t wait to see him, just the two of us for a few hours. The bell rings and class after class make their way across the playground. I spot... Continue Reading →
Hard, but not impossible . . .
I blink in the darkness, it takes me a second to remember where I am. My fourth bed in as many weeks as I search for a more permanent place to live. A persistent gnawing in my gut keeps me from dozing off again. I wonder its origin and suddenly remember the blow to my... Continue Reading →
To whom it may concern . . .
To whom it may concern: Don’t wait . . . don’t wait to tell someone you don’t love them anymore, or that you never did, or that you have fallen in love with someone else. Don’t linger in a relationship because you have nothing better to do, or because it feeds your ego, or because... Continue Reading →
Endings and Beginnings . . .
I chose not to write about him, us, our relationship, during my time in Italy. A bit of my life I kept to myself, private, pure and sweet. We had an understanding, or so I thought. For me, a year of writing and adventure,. For him, life would continue in Los Angeles with a huge... Continue Reading →
