Where do Mom cards go? Glittery, magic rainbows Buried, lost, forgotten? It happened again. Sorting book donations for Darien Book Aid, I discovered an exuberant card made with all the passionate love of a three-year old. At the bottom of a tired cardboard box filled with battered textbooks, current bestsellers, and heavily highlighted classics, it… Continue reading Glittered Love Notes
Ten days ago, I posted a personal goal of achieving 100 responses. Today, I’m thrilled to report that in ten days, the goal has been dramatically, emphatically surpassed. Since posting that blog, I’ve received dozens of responses, possibly even up to 100 responses, hitting the target squarely on its little pointy head. Now that I… Continue reading Open Beats Specific…Sometimes…
What we leave behind Is not up to us, but how Others live their next This day is filled with memories of the hard times that delivered the current day when I walk a long, slow loop around the beach. I feel surrounded by parents, aunts, and uncles, cousins, and best friends from a… Continue reading What Comes Next?
Is this really true? Coffee ice cream and reading? Joy shivers casacade! It is true. Today is the celebration of National Coffee Ice Cream Day AND National Read a Book Day. We are encouraged to enjoy coffee ice cream. Reading is urged, all day long if we must, aloud to dogs, children, random people or… Continue reading A Most Favorite Day
Where are you going? What does this earnest, sweet card Mean now that she’s gone? I made that up. Really. I have no idea what’s going on with this long, mushy message from a 20-year old woman to her mother, sharing memories of drama, reunion, healing, and joy. I don’t read other people’s mail. Except…… Continue reading The Story Inside the Book
What’s this road about Girl in carriage asks her dad. He answers: Walking They were headed to the beach, father pushing the three-year old in the carriage braced with buckets, shovels, and a bag for snacks. His long legs and fast pace meant that it wasn’t long before they came up behind me, passed with… Continue reading What’s This Road About?
For once, do it new Wobble, fall, get up again Maybe it will work… Or not. The deadline is heart stopping, breathtaking ambition. This story needs telling, needs to be finished even more. Already, I’ve done different points of view, altered voices and perspectives and hidden and revealed, talked it out and pounded out word… Continue reading Just Try It Once