I was strolling through an antique shop a few weeks back when I spotted a tiny book — the size of my palm— on the shelf of a dollhouse. The title— The Embrace— caught my eyes and I pulled the tiny book from the shelf with my fingers. I flipped to a random page and…
I don’t mean to sound like the Me and Mrs Jones song But me and my writer-friend Have this thing going on. We have been meeting at the same cafe on Friday around 10am to discuss our writing. We talk about our projects pains pleasures and our passion for writing. We talk…
Silhouette in the morning, Jamaica
“Where am I?” my inner voice asked. Don’t get me wrong, friends I know where I am physically. I’m standing at the kitchen sink gazing out the window. On the right of my periphery there is a basil plant I carried inside a few weeks back when close-to-freezing temp threatened to flash-freeze the…
A few years ago, we wrote RV Adventure at the top of our family’s New Year’s goals list. We went RV hunting, toured a few, fell in love, then the pandemic chomped two years out of our lives and we went nowhere. Our address for the nightFinally, last year, we rented a Winnebago and went…
I think of each year as a large wicker basket, woven with strands of love, given to me to fill with intangible gifts. I think of each month, as a a garden-- one I walk through swinging my basket by my side and stopping in each month to fill it with moments and experiences …