It’s been a year since I celebrated Father’s Day by going off by myself and enjoying a local garden tour. I saw things that filled me with envy: strawberry patches, flower beds, climbing roses, sun-dappled frog ponds. I wanted them all, and I’m pleased to say that following a year of dirty, itchy, back-breaking work, … Continue reading Happy Anniversary, Garden of Envy!
It’s that time of year again. Time to thin the carrots and the beets. I hate doing it. It’s so hard to decide who goes! And yes, I gave the tiny seedlings a personal pronoun because by this point, I’ve grown so attached to them that they feel sort of people-ish to me. I planted … Continue reading Favorite Scenes: “Throwaways”
Cringe scenes are the best. They grab me and bring me right into the world of fiction and make me imagine, believe even, that I can help. Take this one, for example, from Little Women: Younger Amy March: [Jo is curling Meg’s hair] What’s that smell? Like burnt feathers. Jo: Aaahh! Meg: You’ve ruined me! … Continue reading Favorite Scenes: Cringing over Cake
There are so many wonderful scenes in the world of books, but one of my favorites includes the darling Anne of Green Gables and her yearning for a dress with puffed sleeves. I read Anne of Green Gables when I was twelve at a time when I could most relate to wanting to be like the … Continue reading Favorite Scenes: Puffed Sleeves
My last post was a bit whiny and featured a promise to move more, to be more healthy and such. Well, I’ve done it. I’ve moved all sorts of things, including numerous backyard stones, which I’m afraid has angered the garden gnomes or the stone gods or Mother Nature or whoever is in charge of … Continue reading The Smiles Returning to their Faces
More than 22 years ago after my first child was born, I visited a chiropractor, thinking the whole labor and delivery thing had done something wonky to my back. The doctor took a few X-rays, reviewed them, and then had this to say: “Did you know you that broke your coccyx and that it healed at … Continue reading The Curse of the Broken Tailbone: A 2016 New Year’s Resolution
I’ve written about my snake-bitten writing retreats in the past, but his one is really something. So, my friend Laurie and I are staying overnight at darling, old-fashioned hotel in anticipation of attending writers’ workshop tomorrow morning. Getting out the door this afternoon was a bit of a challenge, but once I packed everything I … Continue reading When Good Writing Plans Go Bad