a collection of pieces of writing
So adamantly, so seriously was I talking about my writing that my father commended me for finally settling into something. I was a little stunned because I have known since I was an adolescent that I wanted to be a writer, and in that moment I could only wonder where he has been for the last…
one’s idea of paradise is a matter of perspective: one day it’s a little town on a hill by the sea in Italy… then one day it’s as simple as anywhere with you.
A perfect day consisted of waking up late for a change, for the first time on my vacation (6 days into it). Skipping the gym. Having a delicious breakfast of a large bowl of oatmeal with bananas, pecans, cinnamon and brown sugar, with two croissants on the side. Walking around, listening to live music and…
She took a step and didn’t want to take any more, but she did. ― Markus Zusak, ‘The Book Thief’ Last night, I switched on the tv and there was a movie about Rome on. It reminded me of my last trip there and I started to hyperventilate because I was gripped by this indescribable,…
I read somewhere recently that moving is the third most stressful event in a person’s life, after death and divorce. I feel like I can finally allow myself to calm down and take a nice deep breath. Except I’m finding it tough to be calm and I think it might be because what I was…
My kind, soulful, interesting, generous readers, lend me your brilliance. I do not know what to write about. Is it a mental or writer’s block? I don’t think so. I did try writing, but the stuff that oozed out (yuck! I hate the word oozed. But it fits here.) was so personal that I didn’t…
The worst part about a long trip is the packing of the suitcases. But short trips are no easier to pack for. Those involve the equally gargantuan task of deciding which clothes and shoes to leave behind. I finally took out two of the larger suitcases I have sitting in my coat closet. Besides 6…
