It’s difficult to finish things. Jobs. Relationships. Home improvement projects. A manuscript. A writer gets a fabulous idea for a story or a character and then they just don’t know whether they’ve said enough or too much. You work and work at something with fervor, and sometimes energy and enterprise…

Many years ago I had my fortune told. The psychic told me she saw me sitting at a table with another woman surrounded by stacks of books. It sounded like a wonderful future for an aspiring author. …

I’m not real excited about celebrating Independence Day this year. The two words that keep flashing into my mind are Why Bother? If you’re ordering fancy coffee, Why Bother? is a phase to describe a decaf skim milk cappuccino or latte. Take away the caffeine and the milk fat and…

Remember when you were a kid and you’d lie about something small. I’d be called in from playing outside and my mother would ask, Have you washed your hands? I’d look down at my pink palms just before dinner was about to be served. They didn’t look dirty. …

I was petrified, the first time I went downhill skiing. But it was great, because I realized after congratulating myself for making it down the mountain still standing, that I felt completely refreshed. While one could chalk this up to adrenalin, I attribute this to something else. Challenging myself to…

The dog is digging a hole in the sand. After chasing and fetching her ball numerous times, she has decided to bury it. It’s a game of make it disappear and find it again, a game she can play all by herself while I sit and listen to the waves…

They call it God’s Country, open space where the sky is solid blue and the leaves on the trees a vibrant green. Birds sing outside my window in our Maryland home, but my mind is clearer, more open to their melodies while sitting in the Cape Cod woods. Memorial weekend…

As a small child I used to hide behind my mother’s skirt, when introduced to guests. Shy, the answers I gave when questioned by strangers were whispers. Alone in my room, while playing dress-up, I’d prance and sing. …

We all have our secret vices, and one of mine is watching various less than stellar shows on the streaming services: Netflix, Hulu, and Amazon Prime. Pure escapism, the various series usually feature detectives, spies, and likeable criminals trying to stay one step ahead of the law. My most recent…