Thumper’s Café
This murder was of a different creature, one whose entire existence was ordained edible. … More Thumper’s Café
This murder was of a different creature, one whose entire existence was ordained edible. … More Thumper’s Café
Nothing. Zero. Zip. Nada. This is the amount of writing in 2021 which I have completed and submitted for publication with the exception of a reworked poem sent to Chicken Soup for the Soul. Chicken Soup does not send rejection letters, so, I will not know if my piece of work has been accepted until … More Lately
We all live our life alone, in the midst of each other. Our paths may intertwine, but never blend into one. Only one life per path. … More An EnDEERing Moment
Random Thoughts/Irritations: On following your blog… If you do not allow me to click the “follow” button without requiring my email address, I will not follow your blog. Many bloggers give an option for the reader to surrender their email address. I prefer having the option. Unfinished books – reading, not writing “False Memory” by … More Randomness – March 7, 2021
I was raised in a musical family. My father supported us through his accordion band and music school where I began piano lessons at the age of six years. Most of my years of practice were filled with tears. My hands didn’t seem to stretch far enough to play complicated chords. Quitting was not an … More Crippled Hands Play No More
In 2019, many of my author friends have made a collage snapshot of all the publications in which their writings have appeared during the year. Many of these pictorial displays are quite impressive and have caused me to explore my own, less than impressive, writing year. My year began with ghostwriting for several freelance writing … More A Writer’s Year in Review – 2019
As a young lady, I was always self-conscious of my hands – especially when I played the piano. Rather than dainty, feminine hands that gracefully danced upon the piano’s keyboard, my hands looked like those of a field-hand. Protruding knuckles on the muscled-up fingers, these square hands have worked hard over the years – sewing … More The Unpainted Fingernail and Other Thoughts.. maybe
I was reading Stephen King’s “On Writing” and one of his anecdotes had to do with the dreaded writing assignment, How I Spent My Summer. Stephen chose to break tradition and not assign the worn-out theme to his class. This started me thinking about how often, or not, I was assigned that theme. … More Summer 2019
Did you know? I cannot compete with those who have lived their lives “properly”. I came from a low-class environment. I was taught how useless my life was. I was beaten down. My spirit was broken. And then I became a rebel. I divorced. I ran away to start a new life. During that new … More Lonely in Accomplishment
If I were wealthy, one of the first adjustments in my life would be to change my residence. I would buy a modest home in New Zealand and live there during fall and winter months – May through August. I would also buy a modest home in Alberta, Canada and … More My Geosentience