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…
"Buenos Dias, Buenos Dias," A little girl sings, waking me from sleep. I imagine her skipping down the cobblestone streets, rousing others with her song. Any bed with him is where I want to be:-)I opened my eyes and realized, last night was not a dream. I did arrive in Seville,…
With no lover to hold or pull me back to bed I wake early, drape my robe on and walk to the living room. I pull the shutters, gently, trying not to wake the children. The shutters open with a creak -- reminding me that shutters make noises and I can’t control these…
At twilight I rolled up my leggings Inched my feet into the sea And sauntered to meet the sunrise. I stood in the glow of it And let my skin steep in the the new light. WalkingAt noon I ordered a pina colada, Hubby ordered a beer We sat at the tiki bar Watched our…
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,…