In early January I bragged on my blog that I didn’t have a New Year’s Resolution. After completing a year following my passion – retiring from full-time foster care so that I could write as much as I wanted to – what would I possibly want to change? I recall talking about how the two […]
The wind is like a bold sprawling signature signing its name across the cloudless sky. It rustles and scatters the curled-up brown oak leaves in my yard and makes the chimes on my porch loudly sing. There’s an engine running in my neighbor’s garage, making me the feel restless, as though I should be in […]
~ The following originally appeared in the Floyd Press on February 22nd. I don’t play a musical instrument or a sport, but I dance. The small Massachusetts beach town I grew up in was home to The Surf Ballroom, a club with a big dance floor that hosted musical acts, some as well known as […]
I. The moon is like a jewel under my pillow Like the princess and the pea I can’t sleep II. I’m trying to sleep but the moon has other plans I follow its bouncing ball orbit like reading subtitles in a foreign film It says: Wake up and write this all down before you […]
1. Sometimes the waxing moon looks like a high heeled glass slipper with a missing heel, as it did this past weekend when I peered out of my window at midnight and wondered if Cinderella made it home in time. 2. Jayn and I named the moon for this month’s Museletter “Lucky Moon,” but we […]
