Writer's Block
First and foremost, I hope everybody's week has gone well. This image above reflects how I feel lately. Fed up with non-creativity. I need to let that part of the mind percolate slowly. When I am unproductive, I feel useless. I get frustrated when nothing I write seems right! I had been in the editing stages for so many years that I forgot how hard it is to put a story together. Weeks pass and, still, I find more lame excuses for not writing: the basement room where I write
Metamorphosis
This is a true story. My husband and I had planted a cherry tree in the front yard when we first moved in our house. For over twenty years, I watched the tree grow and bloom, becoming lovelier every season. Each dawn, birds, especially cardinals, graciously park on its limbs, singing cheerfully. One day while looking out the balcony window admiring the tree's beauty, I suddenly wished I had an apple tree, too. Two of my favorites. Not only did I love their beautiful blossom
Naked Blog
This is my first. I stripped and redressed this baby a few times. A little of my OCD was kicking in. When my daughter was little and and changed her colorful clothes umpteem times a day; we called her 'Punky Brewster'; I hope you find my blogs just as animated and evocative as those sweet memories I hold. I didn't grow up with computers. I guess blogs, at least personal ones, are like open diaries. This is difficult for me; my diaries had locks and keys. Places where I
