Weaving Worlds, Word by Word
“The everyday kindness of the back roads more than makes up for the acts of greed in the headlines.”
–Charles Kuralt
On the Road Again…and Oh the Sites to See
I journeyed the Blue Ridge from Georgia back to Marpennsylginia this past weekend. Unbeknownst to me, an email went out earlier declaring this past weekend as the date everyone over age 90 from the following states/provinces was to migrate back to the North for the...
I Want It When, Where and How I Want It
When the workload is heavy, my mind drifts to “perfect” moments. Those moments usually involve being free of work, sitting in a reclining lawn chair reading a good book, sipping iced tea, and listening to the birds and the wind in the trees. No schedules, no...
What Do You Do When You Are Forced to Do N-O-T-H-I-N-G?
Many years ago, when I was smack-dab in the midst of my workaholic stage — a penchant I inherited from my father — I vacationed with my then-husband and another couple for eight days in Cancun. Prior to the trip my routine each week was thus: 50+ hours as a public...
Do You Keep a Gratitude Journal? Maybe It’s Time to Raise the Bar
I use a lot of spiral notebooks. One is filled with comical things my son has said through the years. Another logs my eating and exercise routines. (Yeah, that one isn’t used very faithfully.) One is tagged "2009 - Doing One Thing Differently Each Day." (That was a...
In Writing: The “How NOT To’s” Are So Much More Fun Than the “How To’s”
When the Farmers Exchange clock on my mantel strikes midnight and I find myself writing a sentence like this one: "Watch out for the tree!" Adriana barked… ...well, you know it's time to get some rest. If you didn't catch the “Tom Swiftie” in that sentence, then...
Books I’m Going to Write Someday
I’ve read that the average person has 50,000 to 60,000 thoughts per day. I hope that’s not true because it’s 7 p.m. on Monday as I write this and I’ve only had about 10 thoughts today. Most of them have been about writing books because the rewards of penning something...
A Challenge: Be Stingier with Love on Valentine’s Day
Valentine's Day. A day that fills women with expectation, men with dread, Hallmark with profit. The day always seemed so ill-conceived to me. More about artificiality than love. Then a random comment my mother made helped me to look at V-Day with a new purpose. And,...
The Bounty on the Porch
Barring none, this is the most perfect spot in the world. To me. Yes, I know what it is not. It is not the Grand Canyon, a crimson sunset, foaming ocean waves, a chic sidewalk café, or any one of a thousand bucket list destinations, the kind we squirrel pennies away...
When a Writer Drives Alone, the Car will be Crowded
When I tell my non-writer friends (NWF) that I sometimes drive eleven hours between Marpennsylginia and Georgia without ever turning on the radio, they cock their heads in wonder as though they’re trying to figure out this phenomenon. Their next question: “You travel...