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Writing — JUMP IN!

Writing — JUMP IN!

So, the other day I had a casual conversation with a younger woman who likes writing, but is reluctant to wade into words, arranging them in such a way that satisfies herself and communicates her thoughts.  My analysis — not her’s. Writing is  . . . tricky.  Being...

Unclaimed Property

Unclaimed Property

Discovering unclaimed property in my mother’s name has been unsettling, reacquainting me with feelings of loss, grief and guilt. And yet giving me and my brother with a wee spot of cash from our mom. UNSETTLED  My mother bought a $500.00 insurance policy when she was...

One of My Regrets

One of My Regrets

One of my regrets is not pursuing art. I remember only one acquaintance in high school who was bound and determined to pursue art – and she enrolled in the Maryland Institute of Art: a daring choice the aspiring English major thought. I wonder where her choice took...

Our Anniversary:  What If . . .

Our Anniversary: What If . . .

Every time I begin a thought with “What if” I risk getting myself locked up in emotions and memories that feel like a hamster’s wheel. As our anniversary rolls around, I could wonder: What if I hadn’t gone to Ecuador in the fall of 1968? (For that matter, what if I...

Obsessing While Winging It

Obsessing While Winging It

Ok. I am obsessing about this new eating adventure – well, writing about it is taking up more time than it should.  But thank you reader, who agreed to be accountable with me! Just for today. So here’s where we are at close of day: I didn’t blow it. Much. Maybe I am...

Taking a Walk on Thanksgiving

Taking a Walk on Thanksgiving

Taking our walk today, we noticed many small delights, and pondered a few deep thoughts. First, even though the day is gray and muggy, many trees seem finally to be aflame with color. The reds and oranges are mood enhancers I wish I could market. We walked on –...

Writing Issues

Writing Issues

Writing a story which another might read couldn’t be all that hard I reasoned, graduating from high school with the ambition to write the great American novel. But who, at 18, has lived a story worth reading? Jane Austen, maybe. I was no Jane Austen. Nor did I have...

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