I haven’t been able to decide what I want to write about, so I’m going to write a little bit about a few of the things I’m doing these days. It seems I’ve turned into the “woman who lives alone and goes days without leaving the house, watches birds and Ozark, dances in her living…
Tag: writing
The Sunday Post: It’s May
It’s May 1 and a beautiful day. I’ve been for a walk with S and he’s now sitting out on my front deck, captivated by a Harlan Coben novel. I lent him the couple of hardbacks I still have and he’s already finished the first and is onto the second. It’s very easy to sink…
Top Ten of 2021
Are you glad it’s over? Did it go by in a flash for you too? While 2020 felt like it would never end, 2021 was over in an instant. At least that’s how it feels as I look back on this first day of 2022. I’m sure there were moments when I felt like it…
Discovery
Last year someone broke my heart. I fell to my knees and cried bitter, lonely tears. I’d asked so many questions, struggling to understand. Suddenly it all made sense I filled pages and notebooks With feelings, frustrations, desires. Then I put my pen down and I looked around with renewed appreciation, for all was good….
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…
Seashells
Collecting seashells is like taking pictures — you keep picking and looking for more, (taking multiple shots) because you don’t know if that’s the best you’ll get, or maybe there’s another, more beautiful one, still to come. So it is, I think, with love.
Waves
I wish the sound of the ocean could drown out the constant ringing in my head. If the ringing was gone, then the only sounds I would hear right now would be: the waves gently crashing on the beach the wind rustling through palm fronds the flip-flop of sandals on the boardwalk katydids singing in…
Kings and Queens
The queen feels lonely, listening to the rain as it comes down in a sheet. Each clap of thunder startles her, and she wonders if he hears it too. His kingdom is vast but welcoming, a blanketed fortress, sealing in the heat. He offers her comfort, protection; it’s what he loves to do. She’s not…
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…