To the Lighthouse
How can a public place can be so personal? How can I be so attached to a place I don't own, maintain, nor have a say in its very existence? [...]
How can a public place can be so personal? How can I be so attached to a place I don't own, maintain, nor have a say in its very existence? [...]
Yours truly visiting the Ice Palace in St. Paul, MN Sunday, January 28, 2018 Inspired by a prompt in the current winter issue of Bella Grace, I kept [...]
I can't believe I'm about to write a blog post advocating going to the store. I am not much of a shopper. I quickly get mental overload at any kind [...]
My daughter wearing one of the hats I knitted for her after I learned to read American knitting patterns. I just began a new knitting project the other day--a hat [...]
Whenever something horrible happens like the Islamist terrorist attacks in Paris this past Friday, I ask myself, there must be something to set against all this. This is a line [...]
What could be more perfect than a bunch of writer friends holding a picnic in the attic of the Hemingway Birthplace Home? Where the gabled windows look out at [...]
Today is my two year anniversary of Morning Pages. Incidentally I find myself in the same spot where I began this practice in earnest: on the banks of the Potomac [...]
Today is... ... the undulating blue of the mountains against the bright of the sky ... the dusting of snow on the summits ... the road swinging up the [...]
The sound of fall: Walking through leaves October went out with a bang here in Chicago; we had such a mighty storm that the waves were swapping over and Lake [...]
I'm rather late sharing my word for the year 2014. Why so late? Back in November I already knew that "joy" would be the word for the coming year, [...]