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Finding My Rhythm and a Way Back to My Words
Fairangel (Lili’s title) All it takes is one phone call: your sister has breast cancer. The news socks you in the stomach. I hang up the phone and stare at the large white board in my writing room. I read my deadlines, review […]
Ice Cream Island and a Pair of Berry Blue Wings
“Gotta go, gotta go to ice cream island, ice cream island,” sings my three-year-old granddaughter. She holds her Magic Mic against her lips. Her words are garbled, but I get the gist. And the sudden craving for ice cream. Anyone who has children or grandchildren should own a Magic Mic. For less than five dollars, it […]
Synopsis Struggles and The Snickle Search
5:05- I help our postmaster lock the door while someone else is putting the postmark on my envelope. Ava is beaming with hopes of getting a lollipop. I hope my headache will disappear as soon as the submission is out of my hands. I unwrap the lollipop, wave a thank-you, and head to the library in […]
Be a Volunteer Reader
Betsy and Norman reading at the library 8/09 This past Monday I was the reader for the Lullaby Concert at the Groton Library. Norman joined me. He led the children in being monkeys while I read Caps For Sale. We brought hats for all–thanks to my husband for loaning me all of his baseball […]
Be a Child
My inspirations for writing come from many sources: my dreams, the toy store where I work part-time, my observations of people and the world around me, my own childhood memories, memories of raising my two wonderful daughters and my experiences with my three-year-old granddaughter. Yesterday, she came up with new ways to delay going to bed. Betsy: “Ava, […]
Writer’s Block
I sit before a pile of photos from my childhood and try to work on my bio for my web site. Many pictures have faded with time, but my memories are vivid. Happy memories. Yet, for the first time, I face writer’s block. I asked Norman if he would work on my biography for the web site, but he is […]
Unexpected Joys in Boston
I spent the last three days in Boston where I found unexpected joy and moments of being in the right place at the right time, without realizing you were meant to be there all along. I gave Pack, the duck statue stolen this spring, an extra hug. I admit that I wanted to sit on Mrs. Mallard, in line with […]