Be the Sunrise
I am not at home. I am up the Massachusetts shoreline a bit from home, at an annual writers’ retreat. This group has been meeting for decades. The beginning years […]
Betsy Fitzgerald
Bulls Eye
My sacred place today is a nearby Target store. Like many of its kin, it’s located in a kind of updated strip mall. Lots of parking. A movie theater and […]
My Friend, February
The only great thing about February, in addition of course to it being Black History Month, is that it is not January. For those of us in New England, January was cruel. Gray. Damp. Unfriendly. On the coast, where I live, we received sprinklings of snow that melted away with the following cold rain.
Put Down Your Cell
My scruffy shih tzu bull dogge rescue has joined those who don’t want their parents zoning out on cell phones. Roscoe now paw slaps the offender, whacking the phone. […]
IYKYK Me
My heartbeat, a staccato thrum of typewriter keys, leads me to kindred souls.
Time On My Side
I chose him. The scrappy scruffy rescued rescue stole my writing week. And my heart.