I wrote two things earlier this morning and here they are Thing Number One: In response to a prompt that asked “If you were to write a book today, what would you want it to prove?” I thought, 1. Ice cream is heaven sent and will heal most things.2. When ice cream...
I lost my keys. How is it possible that after I pulled my car in the driveway my keys completely disappeared? I’ve searched through every drawer and underneath every cushion. Nothing. Perhaps my lost keys are symptom of a much larger problem. Maybe losing...
I started work young – thirteen I think. Chambermaid at the Redwood Motel. It did not go so well. In fact I hated it. While others, including my sister, seemed to gain pleasure from making the bathroom shine, I would wipe it down with the dirty towels that were...
It’s 1:30 in the morning and I can’t sleep. Not only do I want to sleep, but I really need to. We’ve been at the beach for the last four days and tomorrow we’re going home. My insomnia could be a touch of resistance about re-entering the real world. Life...
“Can such stiff and formal moldings as words capture the spirit-essence of love?” – Pearl Buck. The answer seems to be – it depends on who you ask. If you ask a poet, he or she might say My love is like a Red Red Rose Or You only have to let the soft animal...
Every time I have to write a new blog I feel as if I’ve been tossed into a black hole. I don’t know where to start or what to write about. Sometimes my ideas are so clear the blog writes itself, but unfortunately that happens so infrequently it’s hardly...
I have a pain in my neck. I mean a real pain in my neck, like the kind Mary Shelley must have been having when she envisioned the character of Frankenstein; his head being held on with a bolt that went clean through from one side to the other. Sometimes, it keeps me...
“Perfectionism has nothing to do with getting it right. It has nothing to do with fixing things. It has nothing to do with standards. Perfectionism is a refusal to let yourself move ahead. It is a loop—an obsessive, debilitating closed system that causes you to get...
Church was the weirdest thing in the world when I was a kid. We went – my sister, my brother, my mother and father and me – to a very wooden congregational church in New Rye, NH. Women wore dresses and gloves and men wore dark suits and white shirts and...
I haven’t been able to write for the last five days. There was so much crap on and around my desk that even the thought of organizing all the papers and mail made my head hurt. And to make matters worse, everything on my desk needed my immediate attention. (There’s an...
