exploring life and love with pictures and words
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
Surrounded by opened mail and neatly organized piles of bills and receipts, I sit cross legged on the turquoise sofa. My laptop rests on a pillow in the space between by knees and illuminates my makeshift home office. I click away, reconciling accounts, scheduling payments, and catching up on email. The television provides mindless background... Continue Reading →
Dump trucks, trash trucks, and excavation equipment lay in the dirt just outside the patio where he last played. There is no mistaking Luca’s house, a little boy lives here. I make my way into the patio where an abundance of trucks and toys are lined up, waiting for their next adventure at the hands... Continue Reading →
I started my blog a couple of months ago as outlet for taking creative risks, and to learn a thing or two about myself in the process. For me, writing leads me down the road to some honest to goodness soul-searching. I dig around in the muck for a bit and a story reveals itself to me. Even when I'm up to my knees in the... Continue Reading →
My daughter started wearing glasses when she was 9 months old, darling little cat-eyed bifocals. Her appearance drew a lot of attention as this was over 30 years ago and it wasn't very common to see some one so tiny in glasses. She was a chatterbox and could engage anyone in conversation, usually telling complete strangers the name and age... Continue Reading →
Truth . . . I am an incurable romantic. I love all things ridiculously sappy. I believe in soul mates, love at first sight, happy endings, and love that lasts forever. I used to be a closet romantic. Being a child of the 70s, the era of I am Woman, hear me roar, I felt slightly embarrassed... Continue Reading →
Bare Naked in Public 