Loose Leaf Notes

1. Dunes and Dudes 2. Sleeps Like a Log 3. Couple’s Only 4. Beach Attire

Here in Hull at my mother’s house, the landmarks of my life are the pieces of litter I pass on my daily beach walks that have been washed up from winter storms – the plastic dish detergent buoy, a single abandoned Christmas tree, an array of lost and tattered toys, cups, shoes, and gloves. From […]

My very first blog entry appeared online on March 12, 2005. In honor of that I’m posting a collection of excerpts on blogging from entries written over the past four years. ——————————————– When something exciting happens and my husband Joe hears me say, “Now that’s something to write home about!” he knows it means I’m […]

1. Snow looks out of place on a sandy beach and some sand on beaches looks like snow. 2. Sometimes while driving downhill on the winding Blue Ridge Parkway, my car feels like a pin ball falling down the bottom of the game. Then, as if being flicked by a flipper, I’m back climbing up […]

Glow Tide Speed Bump Soda Pop Surfing a Virtual Net Post note: Nantasket Beach Walk #1 can be found HERE.

1. The Audience 2. The Peanut Gallery 3. The Judges Post notes: Just another Sunday afternoon at my mom’s house in Hull, Massachusetts. Pick your favorite American I’dHull performance HERE.

Hook Line And Sinker Post note: First beach walk upon arriving at my mother’s house on Nantasket Beach in Hull (MA) where I’m helping out while she recovers from shingles.

Flying above a white wonderland with a crook in my neck from dreaming too far to the left, I’m trying to discern between the snow-peaked mountainous terrain and the clouds. This fairy tale is set above Lapland. The sound of the plane engine is like an ogre snoring. Looking out at the red tipped wing […]

1. Last week my cursor starting typing everything backwards – from right to left. It felt like driving a car around that would only go in reverse. 2. Looking out the window after just waking up, I thought it had snowed before realizing that white tail deer fur was scattered all over the yard compliments […]

Sometimes on weekends my Asheville potter son Josh buses tables at a restaurant named Table. As a working artist with school loans, he’s learned to make a living in a variety of ways and has become what I call a “Josh of all trades.” In one recent week he transported a load of brick seconds […]

With more than eight inches of snowfall on the Parkway there was no chance of flying to Boston today (where I was due to help my mother who is recovering from shingles). There was no chance of even driving into town. All trips and blog posts have yielded to the weather. So have the weighted […]

Snow Gets a Green Light Black Top Turns White It’s Fur Coat Weather That’s All She Wrote