Category Archives: MyLife

Never again will I fall Into the arms of one who says Well just fall I’m here to catch you. Never again. Never again will I love The one who couldn’t ever Love himself Enough to be whole. Never again. … Continue reading →

My friend Mike is getting together a compilation of his writing in preparation for publishing an e-book. He asked me to proofread some of his work, and I was happy to do so. When we were done, he asked if … Continue reading →

A recent trip to the Emergency Room of the local hospital with a friend brought to the front of my mind something which had been lurking back there for a while. While filling out the registration forms, the intake clerk … Continue reading →

Things have changed again—something that was with me is now gone. Again, another “change of life” as it were. I’ve been through so many in the past few years, as I’m sure so many others have been. But these are … Continue reading →

So many people have asked why I, a career woman who came of age during the “women’s lib” years, chooses to spend her leisure time making quilts.  They seem to think that making quilts is old-fashioned and quaint, an interest … Continue reading →

Recently I have been helping a dear friend move, pack, store, unpack, and sort through several lifetimes worth of personal belongings. Items he hasn’t seen in five years or more, some items he’s never seen, have come to the surface … Continue reading →

Summer Florida finally releases And brings October gentle breezes Hidden behind closed-eyes remembered Vermont crisp apple mornings, leafy reds. Fresh grass smells and oak musk leaves Mix with foot-hurting acorned driveway, Tinkling wind chimes, birds jay and mocking, White ibises … Continue reading →

Unwanted drama has entered my life; a friend of a dear friend has repositioned herself and in this turning has brought on tears and regrets, betrayal and loss of trust. What started out as a potential bright new friendship has … Continue reading →

A few weeks ago, over late breakfast and endless coffee with a dear friend, an innocent conversation about mind and heart, well and ill, acceptable and eccentric led me down a path I have avoided for decades. Memory floodgates opened … Continue reading →

Lying here, long legs entwined, fingers laced, I listen to him breathe, my mind spinning with what I want to say , to ask, not daring to voice the words. Words need to be chosen carefully; we are both cautious, … Continue reading →