This year, time just feels like a flooded river rushing by. I didn’t do much wrap-up of the end of the year, and I am ill-prepared for the start of the year. Oh, well! I thought I’d just share a few things about my writing life and what I plan
[Head over to Two Writing Teachers for links to more Slice of Life posts!] During the past couple of months, I’ve worked on being verbally clear about what I want. I sometimes expect others to be mind readers, which is not fair. When my husband and I went to Iceland
All week I’ve been thinking about my One Little Word, and everyone’s posts lasts week were inspiring–and a bit intimidating. A couple of mornings ago, I woke up knowing my word. CLEAR My life and to-do lists and home are overly full. They are full of wonderful stuff, but too
Capt. Jack Sparrow has accidents. He barks when we don’t want him to. He doesn’t bark when we would like him to. He snaps at people in his sleep. We joke about giving him away, but who would take a dog like this? And how could we give him away?
I am not a car person. I don’t get excited about cars. I don’t really notice cars. In fact, I climbed into a car of a similar color and shape (to me, anyway) as my Kia Soul in the Weight Watchers parking lot a few weeks ago. My husband says
I have always loved songs–mostly lyrics (no surprise there). I grew up copying lyrics into notebooks and ended up writing poetry. I love listening to music, and I’m grateful to my husband, Randy, who is always expanding my extremely narrow musical horizons. Last weekend, we went to see a Twin
I don’t miss a whole lot about Florida besides family and the beach. But I do miss thunderstorms! There is nothing like a cracking good thunder and dark sky and pounding rain to make me feel cozy and safe as I read or write. And then the flash of lightning
This has been a super stressful time, and we have finally accepted an offer on our house and had an offer accepted on another home. Of course, like selling a book, it’s something to celebrate but also something I never quite trust will go through until I’m holding that book
I have a black thumb. My plants die as fast as I can pot them. Here’s one on my deck right now. But when I look out my kitchen window as I sit writing at the table, I mostly just see the happy flash of red. Whatever has died behind
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