As soon as I was old enough to hold a pen, I remember putting it to blank paper to try to write words. Pencils were not for me—smudgy, ugly things. Though I was very young, I liked the clean lines of ink, even when I really didn’t know how to make letters. To this day, much of my best writing begins with a fine point black pen and a lined notepad or journal.
In this section, you will find a lot of essays that began with a pen. These my perceptions on daily life, and things that I think are important. Some entries are articles that have been published locally over the years, but at least half were written just for me and you. This is not a blog per se, but my intention is to contribute fairly regularly, so I hope you will either subscribe for updates, or check back periodically. I REALLY hope that if something you read impacts or moves you, you will leave a comment to let me know, or share it on your favorite social media platform.
Writers live for that sort of thing. Thanks for stopping by.
Valentine’s Day is tied with Thanksgiving as my favorite holiday. I don’t have a particularly romantic husband and he usually doesn’t even remember when it occurs. Before I was married, I always seemed to have
Every so often, usually when I can’t think of anything better to do, I decide do a purge. Typically this is centered in a closet, but also can extend to cabinets, drawers or bookshelves. The
“Sigh. If I ever took a picture like this everyone would know it was totally staged. Yet, you live this life every day. Genteel tea, lovely china, screeny porches. It's stupendous” A friend of mine
The night before Commencement, I had a lot of trouble falling asleep. I couldn’t figure out why. The worst was behind us-all school projects were complete, final grades entered, the rush of college applications in
Last weekend, I found myself crouched underneath the dining room table with a can of furniture polish and a well-worn cloth napkin, rubbing the grooves and carving that make up the pedestal. Because this is