The Summer That Wasn’t

“Hurry! Let’s go!”   I greet Gerry as I’m rushing around the kitchen getting a dish of chicken breasts ready to put in the oven.   “The sun is shining! Go up and get changed and let’s head outside!” I say as I maneuver around him to get to the oven.   I had been

My Garden

I just came in from the garden where I snipped some lettuce for dinner. When I decided to plant my little garden this year I couldn't have imagined how satisfying it would be to step out into a light misty rain and snip some fresh greens for my husband and I to enjoy together. I've become

Salty or Sweet?

Some of us are sweet people; some of us are salty people. No, I'm not referring to personality, I'm referring to palate preference. Me, I'm a salty person. Give me a bag of potato chips over a piece of cake almost any day. (I had to insert the "almost" because there are some days when

My Writing Life – Your Writing Life

I facilitate a local writing group. We meet once a month on a Saturday morning and share the pieces that we've worked on since we last met, time permitting we have a period of timed writing, and I share a writing prompt for the group to work on over the next month. Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cry,