I have this memory of sitting outside on the grass, waiting for a country auction to begin. A warm summer day, my mother sat on a white folding chair studying the mimeographed catalogue. From my vantage point I could see two other children, who like myself had been given coloring books. I watched them, toContinue reading “Coloring Inside the Lines or Outside the Lines? What Works for You?”
See the world, if only for a few moments through someone else’s eyes, and you gain both empathy and knowledge.
This past weekend, I entered a piece of my writing in a contest. Generally, I’m not a fan of writing contests but sometimes to get my adrenaline going, I need a deadline. Writing contests have deadlines. To participate, you are charged a substantial fee—$15-$40. Thus, a commitment to sending in only what you feel isContinue reading “With a Little Help From My Friends”
A picture can become a starting point for inquiry.
Our Tango teacher Julie was trying to find a word to describe that first moment just before you dance, when you establish a connection with your partner. It’s not a romantic moment, when you stare into one another’s eyes, but it is a moment of surrender. I searched my mind for the appropriate word andContinue reading “Searching for the Right Words When Learning To Tango”
One of my personal reasons for giving substantial presents on Valentine’s Day, decades ago, was that February was a great time to buy things. In between Christmas and Spring, department stores ran clearances to thin out excess stock. My Valentine’s Day gifts to family included items like robes and slippers, a cozy sweater, and aContinue reading “Why Celebrate Valentine’s Day?”
A word I like to use when contemplating short prose is distilling. Your writing job when undertaking flash prose is to extract the most significant elements of what you want to convey. If you are a chef, just think about simmering broth on a stove.
As 2022 begins, I goad myself to come up with a list of New Year’s resolutions. So much is out of my control—the coronavirus, the political divisiveness, our warming planet—I remind myself it is still possible to initiate positive change. I can share in my writing what I witness. Each day I have the opportunityContinue reading “Rejections and Acceptances: Challenging Myself to Do Better in 2022.”
It’s getting to that time, when online shopping sites can no longer guarantee Christmas delivery. So don’t fret about selecting which cheese platter or fruit basket. Gifts don’t have to be material things. They can be experiences such as tickets to a show (reserved for pick-up at the box office), a song or story youContinue reading “Gifts You Should Have Thought of That Don’t Have to Be Shipped”
Everyone loves a mystery. Whether it is locating something hidden or unveiling the true villain, when we read something, book or blog, we want to be entertained. I’ve always found animals to be very entertaining. I love to watch them and I love to interact with them. Animals, any sort of animal, can be aContinue reading “The Creature in the Basement and Other Secrets”
The last of the afternoon sun shimmered on the water at Annapolis City Dock. It was the second Friday of the month and after a long hiatus, the monthly Milonga had returned. Seated in folding white chairs we listened and watched. Argentine Tango. A live performance of music and dancers. Subtle and passionate. Smooth andContinue reading “Starting Over. Learning the Nuances of Argentine Tango.”
Who can resist a parade of bright yellow sunflowers? If your posts are read and liked, you’ve done the work.
We’re moving through a fuzzy moment in time. Pleased to socialize, but warily looking over our shoulders.
Hunter Biden, recently announced two upcoming art exhibits of his works on paper and canvas that will be opening September in Los Angeles and October in New York. Or rather I should say his publicist made the announcements to the press and in no time at all, stories were aired on National Public Radio andContinue reading “Hunter Biden, Artist or Opportunist?”
This essay was originally published in Chesapeake Taste Magazine in June 2012 When I was 15 years old, I traveled to Mexico with my parents. It was the first time any of us had visited another country (although my father had served in World War II, he was never shipped overseas). An artist and headContinue reading “Remembering My Father Herman Maril”