For the past of two days,I’ve encountered the question, What’s Next?four times, in various ways.Of course, this is not the first time I’m hearing these words together or separately,but this is the first time the questionstood like a peacock in my mind opening it glorious feathers spreading its ornamental blue,…
I was strolling through an antique shopa 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 eyesand 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-friendHave this thing going on.We have been meeting at the same cafe on Friday around 10amto discuss our writing.We talk about our projectspains pleasuresand our passion for writing. We talk…
Silhouette in the morning, Jamaica
“Where am I?” my inner voice asked.Don’t get me wrong, friendsI know where I am physically. I’m standing at the kitchen sinkgazing out the window.On the right of my periphery there is a basil plantI carried inside a few weeks backwhen close-to-freezing tempthreatened 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 livesand we went nowhere.Our address for the nightFinally, last year, we rented a Winnebago and went…