I can see clearly now . . .
Happy New Year Friends! It’s been a little more than five years since I created my blog. Using personal stories and photographs I opened a small…
If you can’t say something nice . . .
Have you ever run into someone you haven’t seen in ages, or met up with friends for a happy hour and been greeted with a non-compliment?…
Keep smiling . . .
The mail store is busy and I don’t have much time. I’m hoping they have a computer that can read the contents of a CD I…
Words with Strangers . . .
Words with Strangers . . . Words with Friends is my guilty pleasure. It satisfies my psyche on so many levels. My competitive side loves to…
Watching from the bench. . .g
The pier is packed. Spectators six deep watch the finals of the Vans US Open of Surfing below. I wedge myself into the crowd trying to…
On my way . . .
“Home . . . I’m on my way “ It took a split second to recall why I had written those words . . .…
Making it last . . .
Love is in the air . . . well not for me, but I’m certainly surrounded by it lately. A few weeks ago I sat under…
Hiding in plain sight . . .
We gather around the dining room table, our small, intimate writers group. Sipping tea and coffee, and snacking on popcorn, each of us takes a turn…
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…
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…
