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…

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…

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…

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…

The simple life . . .

Lying on my back, my book held arm’s length above my face, it shades my eyes from the bright sun. I read and sunbathe along the…

Sea glass wisdom . . .

Wearing flip-flops, I walk slowly, slightly stooped, along the pebbled shore. I am careful to maintain my balance on the rocky water’s edge as I search…