151,340 words seem like a whole lot of words. Surely that’s enough for a couple of novels, right? But if you average it out over ten years, it’s really just a little more than a short story per year. And did I really write anything meaningful? Did anyone read all those words? Ten years ago…
Category: Story of My Life
Thankful
Reflections on glass buildings and crystal waters Or on sporty glasses and sidewalk puddles Architectural lines and paths leading somewhere Each bloom turned up to meet the sky All the shadows and silhouettes Making each bright spot that much brighter Laughing faces and teasing smiles Puppy dog eyes and wagging tails Artistic plates with tantalizing…
The Sunday Post: The Dance
How do you go all-in in a new relationship without feeling like you’re rushing into anything, moving too fast, or maybe more accurately, without coming on too strong? In Friday’s music post I mentioned that I’m trying to find the right balance. Last year when I decided I was ready to start dating my friends…
Music Fridays: Simple Things
It’s been another one of those weeks for me. I’ve been thinking a little too much, maybe even feeling a little too much, if that’s possible. Every time I look at the calendar I remember something sad, like the fact that my dad passed away last October. This time last year he was still alive,…
Have you Colored Lately?
This was this week’s bloom and I’m happy to report that the answer to this question is “yes!” I found these coloring bookmarks on my last Target run and I have already colored one and gifted it to S. I’m working on this one for myself now. Wonder if there’s a fall edition? Might have…
The Sunday Post: A Letter to my 14-Year Old Self
I know you’re scared —to take chances, to look foolish, to be yourself outside the safety of your room. It’s okay. Most everyone is. But I know you want to do all those things. You called that boy you like but have no idea what to do next. It’s much easier to talk, to take…
The Sunday Post: Right on Target
This morning my daughter and I had brunch together and talked about wedding plans, friendships, relationships, you know… mother-daughter stuff. What better way to follow that up than with … a Target run! I needed a couple things, she needed a couple things… As we were standing in the bathroom accessories aisle I remembered standing…
Little Did She Know
A year ago today I reluctantly transplanted my life from Virginia to South Carolina. I felt I was running away, or being chased away, rather than running to something. I wasn’t sure what was ahead. I was scared. I was heartbroken. I thought for a long while about what I would write today to mark…
Front Porches and Candlelight 