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Sometimes it feels as if nothing is happening. The small moments fade and the epic moments are far between. But part of our problem(—our meaning humans as a whole) is our failure to appreciate things while they’re happening. We’re always […]

This is what I stumbled across (literally) this morning on my walk. It was glossy and black and probably 6 feet long. I’ve seen rat snakes before so I know that they are slow and docile although they look like […]

I might be a little feverish right now. (Just a common cold, nothing to worry about, but annoying). Yesterday while I watched the Lucy Factor frolic in the leaves I unearthed a large worm. Milo is scared of worms. Also […]

I wish I could say that I am chugging along on my WIP but the truth is that although I recognize the distractions filling my life right now, I am unable to do anything to stop them. It has been […]

Oh Woe! Woe is me! My husband works long hours, much of it on the road, driving all over NY, Pennsylvania and Connecticut. He also deals with reams of paperwork, medicare forms and people who are excessively demanding. He comes […]

Today on my walk I was pelted with acorns. Oh, yes! Only one hit me- on the collarbone- but others came close. Fortunately I am as quick and lithe as a fox. At one point they were falling all around […]

The epic tragedy that is my septic tank continues. If you ever entertained an idea of living in the country, I beg you to rethink it. No sidewalks. Manic drivers who think they are at Nascar. Half-corpses of deer left […]

Real life. It’s intrusive. Maybe I write fiction and mostly fantasy because I am trying to avoid real life. Maybe I write children’s fiction because I am trying to deny that I am an adult. Maybe I read children’s fiction […]

I’m working on something new (possible title- FIERCE). I’m trying to get my thoughts in order. I’d already written about 3/4 of the book but after putting it aside for a year or so while I was working on something […]

I used to be a landscaper. You might be thinking rose trellises, wild flower meadows, deciding just where the boxwood hedges would go. Marching around the acreage with a brimmed hat and a notebook, making squiggles and hatch marks to […]