Getting Closer

With the summer winding down and the school year getting closer I find myself trying to accomplish the last things on my list with urgency. There are four items remaining: Call my brother to take the 1950’s fridge out of my garage that he wants, Sign up to do a flea market, start a bathroom

Cool, gray summer day.

It has been a cool, gray summer day. With a still mood leading the way. My frame of mind is monochrome. as moments drift quietly by. So many things I want to do, but the spirit lays unremarkable too. Perhaps a bit of green, will change this quiet scene. Mint leaves, hot tea, a movie

A tour of my hometown.

When summer comes, with the warm days, and splendid free time, the inspirations absorb so many of the moments. Maybe I can watercolor a picture, or fill another garden box, or comb through a box of old pictures, or schedule lunch with this friend I haven’t seen in years…. The ideas become endless. Does this

Perspectives

Perhaps one day he’ll see a different perspective. How does one teach perspective? Is it easier to teach perspective to an adult, or a child, or a teenager? How does one teach perspective? Especially when the person no longer attends school, in hopes that one of the Teachers might cover it in a literature class,

Did you know Dr. Seuss graduated from Dartmouth?

“Oh the Places you’ll Go….” With graduation fevor in the air, I was researching inspirational quotes that could get stamped on simple brown journals to give as graduation gifts to the students I’ve worked with this past year. Amidst the shopping on ESTY for stamps, I came across the interesting tidbit that Dr. Seuss graduated

To Book or Not To Book, That is the question.

My summer always includes a book by Elin Hildebrand. I have a collection of her books that I display on my fireplace mantel at the start of the season, along with an old copy of Moby Dick (by Herman Melville) and Summer Sisters (by Judy Bloom) and This is The House (by Debroah Hill) that

Albina

“I met a girl named Albie today. She asked me to take her home. Gosh. ” And the next day in the diary…. “Albie asked me to take her home again today.” My grandpa had only two entries in his journal when I found the tattered black book. These were them. Albie was my grandma.

Missed the writing

It is refreshing to be back. Back to writing and posting. I completed the March challenge and stepped away for a bit but here I am, back, wanting to slink into the mode. I passed a hill of daffodils this morning. A hill full of them! I couldn’t pull over to take a picture because

Reflection

This being my first March of slicing everyday, I feel the need to reflect. The creative spirits were summoned up everyday in order to produce a piece. For that I am very thankful. Sometimes the ideas came easily, other days I needed to dig a little deeper. Connections to this writing community, where we share

Tired of people telling me

Today a person said “You need to do….”. It made me feel so annoyed! I had already been doing that and it doesn’t work. They had only seen a snippet of the situation and felt they knew better and had the right to advise. I was proud for not letting my annoyance show. I was