Cherry tomatoes. I’ve been obsessing over them. Yes, I know I’ve written several blogs about home grown tomatoes, but not one specifically focused on cherry tomatoes. This year’s crop is huge. Usually I’m picking the cherry tomatoes while they are still a red/orange, anxious to pop them in my mouth, but this year we haveContinue reading “The Best Tomatoes for a Fast Yummy Sauce”
Earlier this week I posted a photograph on social media of one of our sunflowers that had lost its head, literally. One of our recent thunderstorms with high winds must have snapped off the bud. However, this particular sunflower refused to give up. Seeking another opportunity to bloom, it managed to create several tiny sunflowerContinue reading “What Sunflowers Can Teach Us About Writing”
It’s difficult to finish things. Jobs. Relationships. Home improvement projects. A manuscript. A writer gets a fabulous idea for a story or a character and then they just don’t know whether they’ve said enough or too much. You work and work at something with fervor, and sometimes energy and enterprise fade out. You start askingContinue reading “What are the Best Kinds of Endings?”
Many years ago I had my fortune told. The psychic told me she saw me sitting at a table with another woman surrounded by stacks of books. It sounded like a wonderful future for an aspiring author. But before she commenced with her reading, she asked for a silver coin placed across her palm andContinue reading “￼Should Writers Pay Submission Fees?”
I’m not real excited about celebrating Independence Day this year. The two words that keep flashing into my mind are Why Bother? If you’re ordering fancy coffee, Why Bother? is a phase to describe a decaf skim milk cappuccino or latte. Take away the caffeine and the milk fat and you’re sipping a faded imitationContinue reading “What Does Our Democracy Have in Common with a Cup of Coffee?￼”
Remember when you were a kid and you’d lie about something small. I’d be called in from playing outside and my mother would ask, Have you washed your hands? I’d look down at my pink palms just before dinner was about to be served. They didn’t look dirty. I wanted to sit down at theContinue reading “Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire”
I was petrified, the first time I went downhill skiing. But it was great, because I realized after congratulating myself for making it down the mountain still standing, that I felt completely refreshed. While one could chalk this up to adrenalin, I attribute this to something else. Challenging myself to learn an unfamiliar sport, tookContinue reading “Sports and Exercise the best cure for Stress”
I find, when I tap into my memory bank, that sound is most frequently my touchstone. I think of a scene and I hear it.
They call it God’s Country, open space where the sky is solid blue and the leaves on the trees a vibrant green. Birds sing outside my window in our Maryland home, but my mind is clearer, more open to their melodies while sitting in the Cape Cod woods. Memorial weekend provides a time for reflection.Continue reading “The Juxtaposition of Life and Death Has Its Consequences￼”
As a small child I used to hide behind my mother’s skirt, when introduced to guests. Shy, the answers I gave when questioned by strangers were whispers. Alone in my room, while playing dress-up, I’d prance and sing. Pretending to be someone else gave me the freedom not to worry about making mistakes. Writing wordsContinue reading “How to Find Your Audience”
This week Ozark is the most watched Series on Netflix. What does that tell us about America?
One thing I’ve learned with age is the importance of speaking out to record what you’ve witnessed.
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”