“The returns are many and never monetary.”
…and now I write this blog. Here I share my thoughts about topics that hide behind the links in the left sidebar.
My book, Tea with Dad, Finding Myself in My Father’s Life (Green Place Books) comes out June 1, 2021. Check your local independent bookstore. You can also preorder it at Bookshop.org, Indiebound.org, Amazon.com, or Barnesandnoble.com. These links will take you right to the information about the book on those sites.
I’m glad you dropped by. Get to know me. Let me get to know you. I hope this visit won’t be your last.
All in Write
The other day Dad asked if we could have a cup of tea. I realized that even our 3:00 tea sessions had become irregular. “I guess now that you have the book, we won’t have tea?” he teased.
That week Mother Nature seemed to have tossed her testy toddler, February, out to let spring in early, but back it came.
I look for prompts. Then find seventeen syllables to describe what I see or what I’m feeling.
The impeachment managers did such a wonderful job. They presented the evidence. They were articulate. They were intelligent. They gave us words that will live in our hearts, minds, and history. They were humans like us. Not just talking heads in suits. Not ventriloquist dummies spouting political party rhetoric.
This year will be very different. No children, no grandchildren, no trip to New Jersey. Still, I am grateful.
If you are having a hard time coming up with an idea to kickstart your hand's movement across the page or your keyboard, check out this section of the blog.
After many attempts at resuscitating my muse, I found inspiration by accident.
By the time it became necessary to move into my father’s home, the words I’d internalized had formed a huge wall between my thoughts and feelings—like a clogged drain—a mass that backed up in me, almost choking me.
“If you follow me here, you know that we’re just going to cancel each other’s vote. So, what is the point of getting off our arses to stand in the drizzle with our masks on?”