Like so much of my writing, this blog will begin with: "I read this post on Facebook." It was from the New York Times and it asked.... "5 minutes that will make you love classical music." The gist was, what five minute section of a classical song would you play for someone to make them … Continue reading Music Makes Me…
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Worse Than Karaoke
Last night I did the scariest thing in the world. I told a story at a "Story Slam!" It was really full and the lights were really bright and my legs were shaking really bad. It was really crazy! The theme was, "Where there is smoke there is fire." I didn't even know the theme … Continue reading Worse Than Karaoke
The Best Kind of Picture
In the better late than never category, I decided it was high time I jotted a little something about the Holidays. There is picture my husband has on his phone that sums up the tone of our Holidays. It is in the cabin we rented at the Ski area. He took it from the loft … Continue reading The Best Kind of Picture
Teacups, A Poem
Home sick today, with an extremely bad cold, I have been drinking copious amounts of coffee and tea (and water, yes I know it is good for me!). With Kleenex in hand, and in my pajamas, I immersed myself in writing and I came across one of the *very first* blog posts I wrote called … Continue reading Teacups, A Poem
Silver Tide
Last night the Blood moon, a luminous red marble, stunning and simple. Today a quiet house, a break in the rain and opportunity to write a bit, and even though my "to do" list is longer than I can possibly accomplish, I take a break and spend time drinking coffee and staring out the window, … Continue reading Silver Tide
Between Clover and Dampened Earth
The Farmer's Field Today I walk With my lover, My footstep light, Careful Against the dewy ground, His steps Strong. Steady. Morning mist, Ethereal, Magical, Curls around us, Secretive. Dreamy. And it is only He and I, There in the fog. We walk without words, Our footsteps Our breath Make soft sounds, Yet the … Continue reading Between Clover and Dampened Earth
Second Chances
It has been FOREVER since I posted... Life has been busy - between travel, moving and holidays, it is hard to get the time to write - Such a contrast to my sleepy summer schedule. So I have been listening to The Moth Radio Hour pod-cast (NPR). I recommend it for all writers! It is … Continue reading Second Chances
Slated for the Shadows
If I lay my hand Flat against the surface, Palm down fingers dipping in the salty wetness, I can almost feel her moving. And if I hold my face to the wind I can almost feel the wisp, the whiff, her breath Against my cheek, tiny droplets fine and silky. I can hear her breathe, See her … Continue reading Slated for the Shadows
An Alaskan Kid
It is spring break-up in Anchorage, the roads are sloppy, gray mounds of debris filled snow lies along the edges of lawns and streets. You walk carefully to avoid ankle deep puddles or patches of slick black ice. Everything is wet and cold. Inside it is warm though, shoes are tossed in a pile by … Continue reading An Alaskan Kid
A Different Kind Of Morning
We moved last week. We moved from a lovely house on the hill, a cabin really that overlooked a busy harbor. A working harbor. We moved to a house out of town, on the water. A bigger lot, not so close to neighbors. Lots of trees and privacy. It is quiet here. And dark at … Continue reading A Different Kind Of Morning
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