Writing Under the Influence

I’m back! My back! I received a comment on my most recent post that made my week, and made me cry. I have been off the radar since my back surgery because, as I said in my reply to the above comment by Spitball Fury, Ernesto Hemingway’s most sage advice to writers was: “write drunk; … Continue reading Writing Under the Influence

My Affairs

Oh, my. Will this provocative title garner a bump in reads? I’ll let you know. I’ve been missing in action of late. It’s not that I haven’t been writing, it’s more that I haven’t had the will to hit publish. Do I really want “my affairs” made public? I can tell you this; I’ve been … Continue reading My Affairs

Thoughts to Live (and Die) By

“Tout vient a qui sait attendre.” All hoped-for things will come to youWho have the strength to watch and wait,Our longings spur the steeds of Fate,This has been said by one who knew.‘Ah, all things come to those who wait,’(I say these words to make me glad),But something answers soft and sad,‘They come, but often … Continue reading Thoughts to Live (and Die) By

Pride and Dumpster-Diving

I have grown children, and that’s the closest I’ll ever come to discussing my age. But having grown children is the reason the act of dumpster diving should be a distant memory for me, and it was. My neighbors across the road are moving. Their house sold in a day, undervalued in my mind. For … Continue reading Pride and Dumpster-Diving

XLVII Days

I know everything is not about me, but this is my blog, so it kind of is. With everything happening to me as of late: hurricanes, fires, pandemics, earthquakes, sharknados, I have but one regret. I’m disappointed in myself because I’ve been writing so sporadically. My excuse is that I struggle with anxiety; lately, it's … Continue reading XLVII Days