There is a lot of writing, working, writing, working, hustling, and all kinds of things happening. I’m caught up in the busy-ness of being busy. Buzzing from one thing to the next, railed out on too much caffeine, and not enough water. Dehydrated. Exhausted. I know I am making a difference, does that make it… Continue reading Meditating on Work
I took another deep dive into my old files. Files that were on floppy disks that I moved to cloud storage thanks to an\ computer that I found with a disk drive a few years ago. I find something new every time I open up these document files with multiples pieces that sit layer upon layer on… Continue reading Perspective and Paths From the Late ’90s
Things have been busy these days. Time for fun blogging is few and far between. I’m also trying to revamp the site, add a few more bells and whistles, menus, a newsletter, so this site is a bit “under construction.” (Thank you for your patience.) Right now I am contributing some fiction, poetry, and… Continue reading Everything That Rose, Finally Converged
Do I still have it? Do I still have the chops? or have I been writing too much sports news? Or will I really be able to let go and tap into my creativity? Are all my great writing days behind me? Was I good because my inhibitions, and anxious thoughts were tampered thanks to… Continue reading Do I Still Have It?
I am part of a yet another new blog-venture in the wide world of sports. The website is aptly named Not Your Average Sports Chick. Alicia Seymour, originally from the East Coast, but currently on the West Coast, started the website. I responded to a post Alicia posted on Craigslist for writers. She thought my… Continue reading Not Your Average Sports Chick
I took a trip up to Londonderry, NH for a doctor’s appointment. The house that Robert Frost’s father, William, purchased for him and his first wife, Ilinor is located only 10 minutes away in Derry, NH. It was a working farm which Robert maintained for a few years during the years he lived there between… Continue reading A Trip to Robert Frost Farm
I was at the family homestead for an overnight on Sunday. It snowed overnight and we woke up to beautiful, wet snow frozen to the tree branches. It reminded me of the poem I wrote in 1998, published in the Duxbury Clipper in 1999, for a Freshman level poetry class. 98% of the class… Continue reading Late #ThrowbackSunday: The Bog