Last Friday, hubby and I drove to our local supermarket, selected two kinds of cheese from the under-five-dollar basket in the specialty section and picked out a bottle of wine for our at-home-date night. On my ride home, I fantasized about the most perfect candelabra for the occasion and began strolling online. As hubby pulled…
I submitted my second manuscript to my agent, bought a house, and spent one month in Italy with my family. It was easy adjusting to the pace of life there, maneuvering the language is a story for another time. While I captured a few photos, there were moments that could not fit into the frame…
When I do not know where to begin, I know it is time to venture outside. This is true for almost everything in my life, but even more so for writing. As a writer, my experiences fill me with opportunities to write. I start with a blank screen, press keys on my computer, and words,…
On our tenth wedding anniversary, our six year old son officiated a private service in our backyard. We renewed our vows and danced barefoot for hours on the art and book room's mahogany floor. This morning as I scanned through my week it felt like the days rolled from one to another and I wasn't…
The usage of our bistro table in our backyard has evolved. In the spring we drank coffee and ate scones in the morning. During the summer, we sipped cocktails in the afternoons. Then, it got cold and the table and chairs stayed outside weathering the cold months without us. One day a question seemed to…
I was so overwhelmingly sad and a little confused this week. At one point, my sense of direction seemed so off. I didn’t know where to focus my waning energy. Should I continue writing my new novel? Market my last one? Respond to a speaking engagement? Or, write the magazine article that's due soon? I…