I was a gardener long before I became a writer, and it's still one of my passions. It's why you haven't heard much from me lately--when the nice weather beckons me to the garden, I go. Last year, I wrote about the deer that wreaked havoc on all my hard work (in the garden, not… Continue reading Gardener, writer, writer, gardener, not always in the same order.
Today, May 3, 2018, my son Matt starts a new job. He's 31 and has been on his own for awhile, so it may not sound like a big deal, but it is. It’s a big deal because there were times when my husband Michael and I didn’t know what to expect of our son's… Continue reading Brain Tumor Awareness Month, Day 2
It's a rainy spring day here, which reminds me of my true earthworm story that I shared last year. You can read it below. I'm amazed to see that I left out a critical part of the story, about why I left my job, a decision prompted by earthworms. (Yeah, just read the story.) It's… Continue reading Earthworms have it so great.
Today, I'm expanding my writing world by attending a session of the New York State Writers Institute to hear Cokie Roberts, illustrious journalist and broadcaster, speak on Writing about Women's History. The only women's history I plan to write about is my own, but I'm happy for the opportunity to connect with other writers. If… Continue reading When in need, a friend beats technology.
I know—that’s a mouthful—maybe not the best introduction to this quick post (yes, another one) about living a simple life, but it’s so meaningful, I had to tell you. A few days ago, I had a final draft ready of this essay: My aha! moment. The gift of a simple life. I scheduled it to… Continue reading Serendipitous simplicity