Reflections on Writing, Traveling, and Food
This post is a departure from my usual style, but the need to air these thoughts comes hard on the heels of a blog post written by a friend as well as tales of some recent dating experiences from women friends of mine. Before anyone gets upset, I know there are just as many “bad/crazy”
I’ve been thinking a lot about my old life up north—especially during the sunny winter months here in Florida—and what my life might have been like had I stayed. I even wrote the concluding chapter of my book, The Memory Keeper: A Memoir of Life, Love, and Travel, based on what might have been entitled,
Writers talk a lot about writer’s block. They post about it, tweet about it, cry about it. To be honest, I don’t know what writer’s block is. Am I sometimes unable to find words? Sure, but I don’t know if I should dignify my inability to get words down on paper as writer’s block. After
I grew up with music. It was as much my nourishment as the toasted peanut butter sandwiches and gallons of milk my brother and I would consume daily, much to the annoyance of my mother who was forever asking, “Who finished the milk and didn’t tell me?” Leaving a lone two-ounce sip in the jug
Those of you who know me will remember that we lost our beloved Australian Shepherd, Piper, after fifteen years. Some find the grief overwhelming and are unable to cope with the thought of another pet. Ever. Others cannot cope with the gaping hole left, the empty home, empty heart, looking around every corner and in
Friends seem to come and go when we are young. Sometimes those young friends remain friends forever but that seems rare these days. More often than not, children get bored or have a spat and move on to new friends. At this age, we spend friends like pennies and like pennies, don’t think much about
I am of the era that wore/wears a watch. Much as I love technology, I don’t depend on my phone for the time. After all, a watch is an accoutrement of fashion, one I feel half-dressed without. Currently, I have four. I wear them because they are fun and pretty, and if I’m being honest,
Many bloggers are busy writing end-of-the-year or New Year’s posts, something that we all tend to do this time of the year. This year especially, I think we all want to bid 2020 a not-so-fond farewell. I too wanted to write something about the New Year but found myself struggling, wondering how to motivate but
