This has been one of my favorite poems for many, many years. Even at the time I read it, way back in high school, I was overwhelmed with all of the things I was trying to fit into my life. How I wish I could tell that Beth not to worry. There were far more…
Remember my post about where ideas come from? Well, I just got another one. You never know when you’re going to run into it like a crash-dummy into a wall. My friend, Cathy, sends me lots of cute, interesting things that she finds in the wee, sleepless hours of the night. This one was waiting…
I committed to a writing career on my 40th birthday–May 27, 1999. I figured that, given the average lifespan of 80 or so years, I was about halfway done with my life, and if I was going to be a professional writer I had better be about it. Do the math. That was 19 years…
It looms menacingly over me, its shadow blocking out the light of satisfaction and contentment. No matter how much time and effort I feed it, it voraciously demands more, consuming my thoughts even when I am committed to other occupations. It teases. It threatens. It cajoles. It is my synopsis. I have finished Maisie’s…
I saw Beauty and the Beast yesterday, and–Wow!–I love it. I have to say that as immersed as I was in the story, periodically I was reminded of Harry Potter, and I wondered if Emma Watson noticed the similarities as she was making the movie. The castle (particularly the castle. Didn’t it look like Hogwarts?), the…
But at my back I always hear/Time’s winged chariot hurrying near–Andrew Marvel (1621-1678) Before you think this post is going to be a downer, let me assure you it is quite the opposite. Allow me to explain… First of all, the poem. Notice the poet’s dates. 1621-1678. This is a long time ago. How long? Shakespeare…
My heart is so full of so many things today that it is hard to pick one to write about. My mother’s story is winding down. While she is not dying exactly, she has a lot of health problems, and she is getting tired of fighting them. She is readying herself for the end of her…
