In February, my good friend Judy Kelliher and I had the chance to sneak away and write for an entire weekend. Continue reading
For roughly 20 years, Tom Zink and I were members of St. John’s Episcopal Church in Northampton. He was the guy who led the morning music program for the children. Like me, he was apt to be setting up chairs and working at various pot lucks when our children were small. But I never got to know Tom outside of church. Continue reading
Shelling is always a favorite pastime of mine on Sanibel. There are literally millions of shells on the beaches, and near where we stay, they accumulate in giant heaps, several feet deep and sometimes a quarter mile long. Combing through these piles is like treasure hunting. Continue reading
I had a mini-adventure last week, traveling to Sanibel and Captiva in Florida, for six days of shelling, sunning, swimming and inspiration with Mark. Continue reading
I’ve mentioned that I’m a bit green-eyed when it comes to my adventuring daughter, Molly. Well, now I find myself also a bit jealous of a 16-year-old fictional character who struggles in a life more difficult than I can imagine.
So, what’s up with that? Continue reading
A few weeks ago, I marked the day when I’d been home from Hawaii for as long as I had been away on the trip. And I marveled at the discrepancy in how each span of time felt to me. The 18 days on Kona flew by; in comparison, it felt like I’d been home for far longer than two and a half weeks. Continue reading
And then there was the narcissist. Continue reading